The Volcano Game

The Volcano Game, Part 2

On Monday, Justin was gone at school for most of the day, and then hung around with his friends. Diane spent most of the day reading and doing a little light cleaning. At around 4pm she started making dinner expecting him to be home by 5pm. She'd made pasta and they had a good meal.

"I had an exam in math today," Justin said, swirling spaghetti noodles around his fork.

"Yeah? How'd it go?" Diane asked.

"Good," he said simply. "I think I passed at least."

"What do you mean you 'think you passed'? Didn't you study for it?" She was a little bothered that he didn't seem to care about his grades.

"Yeah, I studied," he said. "It was just a hard test."

"Ok," she shook her head. "But you're going to have to try harder if you want to keep your GPA up."

"I will... I will," he said.

After dinner, Justin worked on his homework and did a few chores, cleaning the upstairs hall bathroom. Finally, at 11pm, Diane went in to tuck him in again. She was changed for bed, only wearing her long, black, satin robe again, with only her panties on underneath as she lightly knocked on Justin's bedroom door. She was nervous, remembering what happened just last night. But she couldn't deny that she wanted to do it again. It was so wrong, but so... exciting.

"Justin?" she asked as she opened the door. "You doing ok?"

"Yeah, Grandma," he said, putting the book down that he was reading.

"What are you reading?" Diane sat on the side of the bed again. "'Fahrenheit 451', not bad," she said, nodding.

"It's for my Freshman Lit class," he said.

"Anything in particular going on tomorrow?"

"No, my classes start a little later, but nothing really going on. I'm so happy I get to sleep in. Today was pretty rough."

"Yeah?"

He nodded. "I'm still pretty stressed about it. And then what you said about keeping my grades up and everything. I just... feel... jittery. Can we play the Volcano Game again?"

"Again?" she asked, not so surprised. "Oh, I don't know, Justin. It's really not... right... you know. And, besides, we just played last night? Maybe we shouldn't..."

"I know," he said. "But I need it... like... a lot. It's been a really stressful day. I don't feel even a little tired and my mind keeps going over everything. I just think I need it to sleep tonight."

Diane thought about it a few moments, and then relented. She knew before she came into his room that he'd probably ask and that she'd probably relent. She could pretend to be against it all she wanted... but... "Ok, ok," she said, standing up to get the bottle of lube out of his nightstand again.

Justin moved quickly to take his pants down and pull his blankets aside, making room for her on the bed.

Diane squirted some of the lube in her hand and started stroking him again. She felt a lot less self-conscious and embarrassed than she felt last night. "Is this ok?" Her hand slid up and down, slightly rotating with every stroke.

"Yeah... that's great."

"Is it helping?"

He nodded and smiled. "Uh huh. It feels so... good."

"This is just a little... you know... awkward," she said, smiling slightly. "I mean, grandmother's aren't supposed to be doing things like this unless it's with their husbands."

"But it feels so, so good, Grandma," he said, moaning slightly. "It's just what I need. Thank you, Grandma." He smiled as if he truly, truly appreciated that she was doing this for him.

Diane could almost see how Sarah might feel. She did feel like she was helping him. Other people might judge it as bad or wrong, but she loved her grandson and wanted to help him feel better. She wanted to help him get a good night's sleep.

"Mmhmm," she hummed. His cock was hard to start with but now it was throbbing. It was almost alive in her hand and it felt so good. She slid the head through her fingers, changing the stroking slightly, and he moaned, obviously appreciating it.

"God, you're so good at that," he moaned, his breathing getting faster.

"Am I?" she smiled. While growing up, she actually gave a lot of handjobs. It helped to keep her from giving away her virginity too soon. And, besides, it was easier to do with a much smaller chance of getting caught. She sat sideways in the car passenger seat quite a bit when she was younger.

"Yeah... it feels amazing."

"Strong hands from holding my tennis racket, I guess," she giggled.

She could tell that he was getting even more excited and moved her hand faster, stroking his cock more deliberately. She moved, changing her position to sit up on her knees facing him. That way, she could incorporate both hands and it was more comfortable on her back and neck.

"You like this?" she asked, stroking with one hand while the other swirled over the head.

"Oh, fuck, it feels so good," he panted. "Yes... oh yes... that's amazing. But... can I... you know... see...?"

She didn't know what he was talking about at first, but then caught him staring at her chest again. "Oh... yeah... I'm sorry. I forgot you like that..." She used one hand to untie her robe and open it, exposing her breasts to him once again, while her other hand kept stroking. "Does that help?"

"Oh fuck... yes... that's even better now," he said, smiling and practically drooling, looking right at her breasts.

"Mmhmm." She watched him, watched his eyes grow as she used her free hand to grab her breast and play with her nipple, getting it nice and hard, pinching and pulling it. It felt sinfully delicious to her, but she thought it would help him cum even faster. "How's this working for you?" she giggled.

"That's... that's really... amazing," he panted, his hips starting to rise and fall. His eyes were glued to her hand playing with her nipple as he licked his lips. She could tell he really wished he could touch her like that. "Oh... I'm cumming!" he moaned loudly. "Oh! Oh! I'm cumming!"

"Fuck!" she said, not thinking ahead again. She didn't bring a towel. "I don't want to make another mess! Your mom will kill me. What am I gonna...?" Just as he was about to erupt, she bent down and took his cock in her mouth, stroking it just beneath her lips as she sucked on the head. She could feel his cum splashing in her mouth, filling it almost faster than she could swallow.

His cum seemed to taste even better today, she realized, and took a moment to squeeze his cock, to pull all of his cum from it as she licked and sucked on the bulbous head. She smacked her lips when she finally let it go. "There... you feel better now?"

"Yeah," he sighed, trying to slow his breathing. "So much better."

"Good," she said, grabbing her belt and retying it around her waist, pulling her robe closed. "Get some sleep. You get to sleep in a little longer, but you still have another early day tomorrow."

Justin was laying back on his bed, smiling, his hands behind his head. He looked as if his whole world was perfect. His cock was deflating now, but not fully. And it seemed to bounce with his heartbeat.

"Good night, Grandma," he said. "Thank you!"

"Good night, Justin," she smiled back, shuddering as she took a final look at his deflating member, then closed the door. At least her hand was clean tonight, she smiled, and touched her lips, remembering what she just did. She'd swallowed his cum! She'd actually sucked on her grandson's cock and swallowed his cum! And she couldn't believe how much she liked it.

She entered her bedroom, shut the door behind her, then leaned back against it. One hand went to her breast, teasing her nipples again as her other hand slid between her thighs, into her panties, and over her extremely wet pussy. It felt so good to touch herself, to give her pussy some attention.

She spread her legs wider apart as her fingertips circled her clit. "Oh... that feels so fucking good," she moaned softly. Her body sprinted towards her orgasm, already overheated by what she just did with her grandson. She closed her eyes, imagining his cock again, remembering what it looked like, what it felt like in her hand... what it tasted like.

In seconds her legs threatened to buckle and collapse as her orgasm washed over her. Her hand moved rapidly, her fingertips swiping back and forth across her clit as her body trembled. Her pussy pulsed with a need to have something inside it, so she slid two fingers in, slapping her clit as she fingered herself rapidly.

"Ohhhhh!" she moaned deeply, feeling her juices drip down her thighs, feeling her heat swell inside her. Her hand pinched and pulled her nipple fiercely as she enjoyed all the sensations hitting her brain.

When she finished, she licked her fingers clean as she slid into bed and tossed the covers over herself. She was getting in over her head, but she wasn't sure she could stop. She wanted more!

*****

On Tuesday, Diane was standing in the kitchen, wearing her black robe again, as she leaned against the kitchen counter sipping her coffee. "Good morning," she said as Justin came in, setting his bookbag on floor by the door.

"Good morning." Justin grabbed a bagel and slid it into the toaster, then grabbed a butter knife and the peanut butter from the cupboard.

"Do you want some coffee?"

"No... I'm not a coffee drinker," he smiled. "That stuff's nasty."

"Hmm," she mused, nodding. "So, what classes do you have today?"

"Uh, English Lit at 10am and my Physics lab at 2pm." He grabbed the bagel and slathered peanut butter on one half then combined the two halves into a sandwich. He kissed Diane on the cheek playfully, then took a bite of his bagel as he jabbed the knife into the peanut butter and rushed to the door, grabbing his book bag. "Later!" he said, running out the door, closing it behind him.

"Later," Diane smiled. Suddenly she wondered what time to expect him. "Hey! Are you going to be home by five?" she yelled, but he'd already climbed into his car and started it. He couldn't hear her.

After Justin left, she organized her day, got dressed, and did a little light cleaning. Then she sat down with her favorite book again. It was almost 3pm when she finally finished her book. She knew she had about two more hours before Justin would be home and she felt a need. A need that she could probably satisfy in those two hours. A need generated by that steamy romance novel she just finished reading.

She walked to her bedroom and crawled up onto the bed. She pulled out her phone and brought up a web browser, one already connected to the adult video site she enjoyed. She was directed to the page a few years ago by one of the romance novel websites she was perusing at the time. The book author was comparing her stories to some of the video stories and Diane just had to take a look to see for herself.

Since then, she'd been attracted to many of the videos. Their story lines were pretty good... sexy... and she loved the characters and their sexual escapades. It was often a different and faster way to get her romance fix... along with a nice climax at the end.

Today, she searched through the site and found one that intrigued her. The title of "Is This Okay?" piqued her curiosity and featured an older woman finding her son masturbating. At first, she chastised him, making sure he knew it wasn't ok. But then, acknowledging that she was excited by seeing him like this, she decided to join him... first in masturbating with him, watching him closely, enjoying how excited he got himself... and her. Then, second, in having actual sex with him.

Diane started the story and as it played out, she started touching herself, just like the female character. When it became too difficult to feel enough through her jeans, she unfastened them and slid her hand inside. Her pussy was wet and absolutely pulsing with need. She could feel her clit throbbing. Unfortunately, her jeans still interfered with her play, so she pushed them down and off, along with her lacy panties. She spread her legs wider, giving her hand plenty of space in which to work.

"Yeah, I want to watch you," she whispered, matching the on-screen dialog and talking as if the on-screen boy was her own grandson that held his beautiful cock in his hand. "I've never seen a man touch himself before."

Her fingertips spread her labia apart, opening her pussy, before sliding up along her wet, pink insides, up to her clit again. She lightly flicked her clit with her fingertip, sliding up underneath it several times.

"You want to watch mommy?" she whispered after hearing the main character say it. She envisioned her grandson on the bed, masturbating while watching her touch herself. "Don't be shy sweetie, it's ok. I don't mind."

In her mind, and on the screen, the young man stroked his long, hard shaft, making him moan softly. His eyes were watching her intently, locked on her pussy as her fingers played with her clit. The woman in the movie moaned, getting excited by her lover's play. Diane got just as excited, wondering what it would feel like to watch Justin.

"Oh, that's so hot," she whispered. "I love watching you stroke it. Oh, that's a nice cock. You like that, don't you? You like stroking that beautiful cock, making it so big and hard for me. Yeah... my clit's getting nice and swollen from watching you. You're getting me so excited. Mmmm... what's that? You want to put that inside mommy? Would you like that? Would that be exciting for you? It's ok... if you want to."

She envisioned herself crawling up onto Justin's bed while he continued masturbating, his hand holding his throbbing cock, stroking it rapidly. He'd be looking at her, wanting her... desperately needing her to help him. She felt her mouth watering as she thought about his perfect cock. She'd tasted it... and now she wanted more. Was that so wrong? "It's such a pretty cock, baby. I'm sure I can teach you a few things. Oh... can mommy put it in her mouth first? Mommy wants to put it in her mouth so bad." She closed her eyes as her fantasy played out in her head, the video continued to play, too. Her fingers made rapid circles around her clit as she moaned, her body getting more and more excited with each passing second.

"Mommy's going to cum," she panted. "Mmhmm... yeah... so... fucking... close..."

Suddenly through her half closed eyes she saw movement in the doorway. Her eyes flew wide open as she realized Justin was at the slightly open door, watching her. She grabbed a pillow and pressed it against her body, hiding behind it. She felt so embarrassed.

"Justin!" she said sharply. "What are you doing? How long have you been standing there?"

"What?" he said, quickly fastening his pants up.

"Get in here!"

"What?" he asked again, pushing the door open more but not stepping into the room. "I'm sorry."

"Are you... are you spying on me?" she asked. Her body was flushed, her clit throbbing with need. She had been so close to her orgasm. She needed to get back to it! And that thought clouded her thinking.

"I was just... watching you."

"You were watching me?" she asked, angrily. "You can't go around spying on people like that. You know better than that."

"I'm not... I thought that's why you left the door open," he replied.

"The door? Oh my gosh," she said, realizing that she probably didn't shut it all the way. "I probably just... I didn't realize it didn't close all the way," she explained, defensively. "I didn't think you'd be home until five. Regardless... I never thought you might be... perving... on me."

"Sorry," he said, looking at the floor. "I just... thought... it was ok. 'Cause that's what my mom does. She leaves the door open for me. You know, so I can watch her."

"What?" Diane asked, surprised. "Justin! You can't say stuff like that about your mother. You can't make up stories like that."

"I'm not making it up!" he insisted. "Mom says as long as the door's open, I'm allowed to watch her. She does it in the bathroom when she's taking a shower, too."

"Justin..."

"She say's it's natural for me to have urges and that it's better than watching, like, porn or something," he said defensively. "That's what she said!"

She closed her eyes a moment, thinking about how to respond, realizing that his relationship with his mother was very, very different. "But it's... inappropriate... to even think about your mother like that."

Justin shook his head. It wasn't inappropriate. "She said it's not bad. She said it's natural for boys my age. I mean, she said I'm not supposed to tell anybody, though."

"Justin... you're not lying to me are you?" she asked. She couldn't believe that her own daughter would ever say something like that, or offer something like that to her own son. She would let him watch her? Naked? She'd let him see her naked body?

"No!" he insisted. "I'm not lying!"

She knew that with the whole Volcano game, she obviously didn't know her daughter as well as she thought. Maybe he was telling the truth after all. Maybe she did allow him to... watch... her. God! How far did this debauchery go? "Well... you need to continue not to tell anybody, ok? You shouldn't have even said anything to me."

"Why?"

"Because... it's... inappropriate... and could cause a lot of problems if people found out."

"Ok," he agreed, looking at the floor. "I guess."

She thought of just ending it there, making him close her door, making him go back to his room. She wasn't sure if she wanted him to leave to punish him or so she could go back to her orgasm. But her interest was now piqued... she needed to know something. "So... you just... watch... when she leaves the door open?" she asked.

"Yeah," he nodded. "I mean, she usually does it before we play the relaxation games. Or when my Dad's still at work."

"Wow," she mumbled, dumbfounded, slowly shaking her head in disbelief. She looked at him and saw him in a new light. He was a young man, full of raging hormones, in a house alone with a woman. Of course he'd want to see her naked. Of course that was natural. "What do you think about... you know... when you watch your mom, like... you know... that?"

He smiled slightly, as if remembering the things that he'd seen. "I think about, like... touching her boobs... and I think about her putting my thing in her mouth."

"You want your mother to put her lips around your... cock... and, like, suck on it?" she asked, feeling her mouth suddenly gush with saliva. She couldn't believe that she was actually drooling at the thought of sucking his cock.

He seemed to smile even more. "Yeah. I like when she does that. A lot. And I think about... you know... getting on top of her and, like... putting it in her."

"And... she lets you do that... too?" she asked nervously, scared to hear the answer.

Justin nodded, smiling. "We both like that."

"Wow... that's... that's a lot to take in." Diane felt her excitement still lingering, her throbbing clit reminder her that her orgasm was just waiting for her. She had to get rid of him because she had to orgasm now. She was so excited. "Well... um... ok. Tell you what, why don't you go do your homework? And... um... close the door on your way out."

"Ok." Justin reached for the doorknob and closed the door, leaving Diane alone in her bedroom.

She set the pillow aside as she lay back again, sighing, completely shocked at what she'd learned about this family. This was more serious than she thought. Her daughter was actually having sex with her own son! Sex! She fucked him! Incest! She shook her head in disbelief and wondered if she should say anything. She wondered if it was her place to say something... if it was her place to stop this.

But the more she thought about it, the more it... actually... excited her. She thought about Justin fucking his mom... about him pushing her down on her back and driving his big shaft into her as her legs wrapped around his waist. The image swirled in her mind, exciting her, forcing her to touch herself, forcing her to envision it was her that Justin was fucking.