It was six fifteen and Allison Hudson was late… again. The Friday afternoon traffic had been a bear and there was an accident on the freeway that tied up all three lanes for over a half-hour. It seemed that the traffic was getting worse by the day. Just a few years ago, suburbia was open land, rolling hills and lush greenery… now there didn’t seem to be a square acre on which to put another house or strip mall. Allison was glad that she lived further out where neighbors were not at the end of the driveway, however the daily commute was getting harder to take, if not already unbearable.
Allison thumped the steering wheel with her fingers impatiently and looked at the other commuters who were just as anxious to get home as she was. Well, maybe not quite that anxious. Bradley, her husband was out of town and her 18-year-old son, Christopher, was staying with a friend tonight. It wasn’t often that she got the house to herself. Well, not exactly to herself… Jason was due over at 7:30. The thought of Jason created a stirring between her legs. Yet, there was also fear. It would be the first time since they had started the affair over a year ago that he was coming to her house. They would be fucking in her bed… the bed she had shared with her husband for almost nineteen years. It was dangerous and crazy but excitement had overcome her fears.
At thirty-eight years old, Allison thought that her sex drive was greater now than it had ever been. She had read somewhere that women do not hit their sexual peak until their mid-thirties. That had certainly been true in her case; it seemed that all she thought of these days was sex. In fact, sometimes she thought that she was a nymphomaniac, although she had heard that nymphomaniac’s didn’t receive fulfillment. That certainly wasn’t true in her case… sometimes she climaxed so many times that she thought she would lose consciousness. Still, maybe it was Jason and his kinky ways that made the sex so incredible. He was unlike anyone she had ever met. He was handsome, strong, and very dominant. He made her do things… and feel things… things that a married thirty-something businesswoman with a PHD in biotechnology shouldn’t be doing or feeling. It was so wrong, but felt so good. She couldn’t deny him.
Incredibly she still loved her husband, Bradley. He had always been good to her… maybe that was the problem… he was too good to her. Or maybe the problem was that he was eighteen years her senior and had developed health problems two years ago… a triple bypass. Their sexual relationship had never been spectacular, but it dropped to nothing, nada, zilch, after the surgery. The doctor said the blood pressure medicine and blood thinners could have a negative effect on his libido. However they hadn’t said it would kill it all together.
Allison and Bradley had met in college. He was a professor at the time and she an advanced graduate student. She had graduated from high school at sixteen and was recruited by almost every major university with a biotech program. Everyone said it was her destiny to do great things. Unfortunately, most of her young life had been filled with books and studying… no time for boyfriends and sex. In fact, she had been a virgin until Bradley.
From Allison’s appearance, no one would know of the simmering desires below the surface. For most of her life, she had done what she could to hide her good looks and shapely figure. At work she wore unattractive horn-rimed glasses and rather dowdy clothes, covered by the always-present white lab coat. She was tall at five foot eight, preferring to wear low heels most of the time… since Bradley was only five nine. She weighed 135 lbs, with mid-length dirty blonde hair that she kept in a bun most of the time. She had a trim waist with a mature flare to her hips, created by the birth of her only son, Christopher, and she still had a very shapely backside as a result of hours on the Stairmaster. Her eyes were gray/green with a sparkle that belied her prudish exterior. She felt that her nose was a little to sharp, but it fit her somewhat sharp and model-like features well. Her cheeks were naturally rosy and her pouting lips always seemed to show a hint of a smile. Her breasts were the size of small gMolestationfruits, still firm for her age, with large dark brown nipples that grew to almost a half inch when she was excited. On the rare occasion when she allowed herself the remove her lab jacket at work, she got plenty of unwanted stares. That was distressing to her because she worked hard to keep the appearance of the perfect professional woman. She was a strong and firm manager. Although some of her jealous male subordinates would say that she was “a ball buster.” Some even called her a “dyke” behind her back. She had heard the whispers. But she didn’t really care.
Now in her late thirties however the glasses were gone, thanks to Lasik surgery, and she had upgraded her wardrobe to a more modern and somewhat fashionable style. While still not incredibly sexy, the skirts were a little shorter and the sweaters a little tighter. It seemed to help with her career as she had gotten two promotions since she changed her style of dress. She knew that she had accomplished a lot on her job, and deserved her promotions, but she also realized that a little harmless flirting never hurt.
Allison looked over at the tired commuters as they sat in bumper-to-bumper traffic, their windows closed to keep out the belching smoke. A smile came to her face when she saw the guy in the car next to her look over. His weary face turned to a smile as well. She wondered what he would think if he knew that she wasn’t wearing panties, or that she had her skirt pulled up, almost to her waist, revealing the soft flesh of her inner thighs above the thigh high nylons that Jason always made her wear. Without turning her eyes from his stare, her hand dropped between her thighs and her fingers found her swollen sex lips. The guy was still smiling at her as a finger slipped deep into her warm hole.
She squirmed on the probing digit and thought of the phone call from Jason. She had been sitting at her desk making notes on a legal pad when the phone rang. For some reason she had been thinking about sex all day. “Take your panties off,” he had said without so much as a “hello”. “I can’t. I’m at my desk,” she protested. “Do it,” he returned firmly. Looking though her door and seeing her assistant talking to someone with her back toward her, she obediently reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down and off. A gasp escaped her lips when she saw the wetness on the crotch. She quickly stuffed the slip of material into her pocketbook. Then he told her to play with her already swollen sex lips until they were dripping. When she protested again, saying she had an important meeting in ten minutes with her staff, he just laughed and said that that was perfect. Through the entire meeting she could feel her swollen lips pulsing and worried that she would have a wet spot on the back of her skirt when she got up.
Now she was stuck in this infernal Friday afternoon traffic, only made bearable by the feeling of her finger slipping in and out of her now dripping hole. The car quickly filled with a squishing sound and the sweet aroma of her excitement.
The blare of horns from behind awoke Allison from her daydream. When she looked ahead, she saw that the traffic had begun to move. She pressed the gas petal to the floor.
The house was gloriously quiet when Allison rushed through the door. She had less than an hour to get showered and changed before Jason arrived. So much for taking a bubble bath and relaxing with a glass of wine… or two. No, now she would have to rush to get ready. She needed to shave her legs and… shave her private parts… that was always a requirement for Jason. He wanted her sex lips smooth. She could still remember how shocked Bradley had been the first time he had seen it. Still, he didn’t really care since he hadn’t made love to her for over two years. Now she had gotten used to the feeling of her hairless sex lips rubbing against her panties. It was a constant reminder of her sexuality.
Allison was still rushing around when the doorbell rang.
Jason was at the door.
The sexy woman checked herself in the mirror one last time. The white blouse looked normal unless one saw it in the light. Then it would be apparent that she wasn’t wearing a bra and the silky material did nothing to hide her naked flesh. The tiny short skirt barely covered the cheeks of her ass and left a long expanse of bare thigh between the hem and the top of her nylons. The four-inch high heels emphasized and defined her long legs, all the way up her strong thighs where they disappeared under the pleated material. Off course she wasn’t wearing panties. At Jason’s orders she had put her hair into two braids that were held at the ends by pink ribbons. It all led to the appearance that she was a young and naughty schoolgirl… a naughty schoolgirl whose swollen and mature sex lips were dripping juice down her thighs as she walked down the stairs.
Chapter 2
Chris used his cell phone to call home but gave up when he got the answering machine for the third time. He wanted to tell his mother that he was coming home tonight instead of staying with Jeff. He had come down with the flu and was sick in bed. Chris didn’t leave a message for his mother, assuming that she wasn’t home from work yet.
It was dark when he pulled into the driveway. There was a car sitting in front of the garage that he didn’t recognize it. He parked next to it and got out, wondering who was at the house since his Mom hadn’t said anything about a visitor.
The car was an expensive Mercedes model, sleek and black. That wasn’t unusual in their upscale neighborhood, but he still didn’t recognize it. He glanced inside but couldn’t see anything that would indicate who the car belonged to. When he looked at the house, there didn’t seem to be any lights on inside. A weird feeling suddenly came over him…. almost a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. While he wasn’t a suspicious person by nature, something didn’t seem right.
He opened the front door and closed it again as quietly as possible. He then walked gently through the large foyer, glancing first into the kitchen and then the living room, finding no one there and no lights on in any room. Suddenly he heard a noise coming from down the hall in the vicinity of the family room. His heart skipped a beat as he slowed his pace and tiptoed closer to the noise. There it was again. It sounded like moans of pleasure. He halted for a moment before moving again, feeling like a sneak in his own house. Turning to the side, he placed his back against the wall and inched forward. Then he squatted down and moved his head far enough out to look into the room. Like all the other rooms, the family room was dark. However, a fire was roaring in the fireplace throwing eerie shadows onto the walls. A sudden gasp caught in his throat. On the sofa were two people. One of them was his mother… or at least he thought it was; her outfit was like nothing he had ever seen her wear. As his eyes adjusted, he realized with shock that it was in fact her. And, she was kissing someone that was definitely not his father.
“That was so naughty of you to take your panties off at your desk at work today,” the guy said as he pulled his lips away with a loud smack.
“Yes, it was,” Allison answered breathlessly.
Chris recognized the voice of his mother, but it sounded strange, almost meek. He strained his eyes at the embracing couple and couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Up until that point of his life, he had never seen his mother as anything but his mother. Sure she was pretty… maybe even sexy, but she was his mother and sons don’t look at their mothers that way. Now, he saw her sitting on the sofa with a stranger, wearing… well he wasn’t sure what kind of outfit she was wearing… and kissing a stranger. She had on high heels, which he rarely saw her wear, a very short skirt, which she never wore, and a white blouse. Her hair was braided. She looked like a teenager. What the hell is going on, he wondered?
“Open your blouse for me,” the man said.
Without protest, Allison began to unbutton her blouse.
Chris’ eyes opened wide as he stared into the dimly lit room and watched his mother’s fingers open one button at a time until the blouse was hanging open by an inch or so, still hiding her breasts but revealing the insides swells. He almost passed out when the guy reached over and pushed open the blouse, exposing both of his mother’s breasts. Suddenly a log crackled in the fire and the resulting flare sent bright light into the room. The light flashed off her breasts, revealing the soft white flesh and hard brown nipples.
“Mmmmm, very nice,” the stranger said and reached over to cup one orb in his palm. Then he took the nipple between his thumb and index finger and squeezed, bringing a gasp from Allison. “You like it when I squeeze your nipples hard, don’t you?” He squeezed harder.
Allison gasped again and hissed, “Yes,” through clenched teeth.
“Spread your legs for me.”
Allison obeyed, opening her legs as wide as she could, throwing the short skirt to the top of her thighs.
Fortunately the crackling of the fire continued to cover the gasps that slipped from Chris’s mouth. He couldn’t believe that he was staring at the bare crotch of his mother. Even more incredible, he saw that her sex lips were totally devoid of hair. The fireplace light showed a sparkle of juice on the obviously swollen inner lips. The outer lips were large, smooth, and puffy, unable to hold the inner lips inside.
Chris wasn’t naive about sex, but he was still a virgin, at least technically. He and his girlfriend, Melissa, had engaged in manual and oral sex… or at least he had performed oral sex on her… she refused to do it to him, but always accommodated him with a hand job. However, he had eaten her many times, which he loved to do, and therefore had learned a good bit about the female sex anatomy from up-close. But this was his mother’s sex he was staring at… it wasn’t right. In spite of that, incredibly, he began to get an erection.
The guy slipped his hand between Allison’s legs and began to rub her swollen lips. “Ah, very wet indeed. You are such a slut aren’t you Allison?”
“Yes, I’m a slut,” Allison gasped as her hips began to move on the sofa. “Ohhhh!!!” she suddenly cried as a finger found her hole and slipped inside.
The guy bent his head and took one already hard nipple into his mouth.
Chris watched in shock and mortification as the stranger pumped his finger in and out of his mother’s willing hole. She spread her legs wider for him. He could hear the squishing sounds from his moving finger over the crackling fire, dissuading any doubts that he had with regard to her level of excitement or complicity.
For a long time the stranger worked on Allison, sucking one breast and then the other before adding another finger to her wet hole.
Allison’s cries grew louder as she drew near a climax. It didn’t take long since she had been worked up all day. Now, her hips lifted frantically from the sofa, taking his fingers as deeply as she could. “Yes, yes, yes,” she gasped. “Oh God, I’m going to cum. Mmmmmmmm.” Her body tensed and then began to convulse.
Chris watched with his mouth opened in amazement as his mother climaxed in front of him. He was stunned and shocked beyond belief. His head was spinning with so many feelings that he could hardly think. Yet, his penis throbbed and threatened to shoot off in his pants.
“That’s it. That’s it my little slut,” the stranger said as he continued to pump his fingers in and out until Allison’s climax slowed. When she finally relaxed, he pulled his fingers from between her legs and held them up to the firelight. They were glistening with juice. “I’ve never seen a slut that made so much juice,” he laughed. “Clean my fingers,” he ordered, holding his fingers up to Allison’s mouth.
Without hesitation she took his fingers into her mouth one at a time and sucked them dry.
“Take my cock out.”
Chris’s heart almost stopped as he watched his mother lean over and unzipped the man’s pants. Then she fished inside until she found his hard shaft. When she couldn’t get it out of the opening, she unbuckled his belt and opened his pants.
“Go ahead and pull them down.” He lifted up and allowed her to pull his pants to his feet.
Chris closed his eyes and shook his head as if this was a dream and he would be awake when he opened his eyes again. What he saw when he did was the stranger’s large penis pulsing in his mother’s hand. It was long and had a huge head that was shaped like a giant mushroom. His sparkling juice was running down the shaft in a small river.
“Lick me… but don’t touch the head yet,” the stranger ordered.
Allison moaned and bent her head to the stranger’s throbbing shaft.
From Chris’s angle he could plainly see his mother’s tongue come out and begin to lick the juice from the underside of his shaft. She worked her tongue up and down, cleaning off the juice and leaving her saliva behind.
After a few minutes, the stranger said, “Now suck the head gently.”
Chris found himself holding his breath as his mother’s tongue moved up the shaft until her mouth was hovering over the pulsing head. Then he saw her open her mouth wide and take the head inside. He closed his eyes. He felt dizzy, disoriented, and swayed on his knees. This couldn’t be happening. That couldn’t be his mother sucking a stranger’s cock in their own house… on the sofa he had sat on a million times.
“Mmmmmm, that’s nice. You are such a nasty cock sucker.”
Chris’s eyes flew back open. He suddenly had to fight the urge to rush into the room and thrash the guy. He couldn’t believe his mother was letting this guy call her a “nasty cock sucker”. He was sure that she would have slugged anyone that called her that if this were a normal circumstance. However, this wasn’t normal. It was surreal and suddenly seemed to be moving in slow motion as Chris watched his mother suck and lick the swollen head. Little murmurs of pleasure came from her sucking lips.
“Yes, suck me. Suck my cock bitch!” the stranger hissed. “You’re a nasty cock sucker aren’t you?”
Allison moaned as if the words were turning her on and she began to suck the head with greater enthusiasm. The room quickly filled with the solitary noise from her sucking lips.
The sound echoed in Chris’s head, bouncing around like a ping-pong ball. “No… no… no…” his brain screamed. But the juice from his penis poured into his underwear, threatening to create a wet spot on his pants.
“Pump the shaft,” he ordered. “That’s it. That’s it, I’m getting close.”
Suddenly Chris realized that the stranger was going to cum in his mother’s mouth. He almost screamed out to her in warning. He opened his mouth, but he closed it when he heard his mother moan and then saw her hand begin to move faster, pumping the shaft like she was milking him… like she wanted his cum in her mouth. Maybe the stranger was right… maybe his mother was a “nasty cock sucker”. “No… no… no…” he screamed silently. “Nasty cock sucker…nasty cock sucker.” The words exploded in his head.
“Oh yes, oh God,” the guy moaned as his hips began to buck up at the sucking mouth. His hands found her head and he pushed her mouth down. “Take it all,” he hissed through clenched teeth
Chris watched as the guy’s penis disappeared… entirely. A low gasp escaped his mouth. He had seen women take a penis all the way into their throats in porn movies, but he didn’t think that “normal” women really did that. “Nasty cock sucker… nasty cock sucker.”
Allison pulled her mouth back in order to catch her breath. Then she moved down again, taking his penis past the breach of her throat over and over. Each time she paused at the bottom and her tongue came out to lick his balls.
“Suck it. Oh Goddddd!!!” the stranger screamed again.
Then Chris watched as his mother’s head stop moving. She held only the head of his penis in her mouth and pumped the shaft. His eyes opened in horror. He could actually see his penis pulse and the balls squirm. The stranger was cumming in his mother’s mouth. “Pull away… pull away,” his brain screamed. But it was too late, even if she wanted too. However, it appeared that she had no intention of pulling away. Chris watched in amazement as her cheeks bulged and then collapsed as she swallowed once, twice, three times, all the while pumping the shaft for more. He saw her legs trembling and wondered if she were having another climax.
“Very nice,” the stranger whispered as he pulled Allison’s mouth from his penis with a loud pop. “That always takes the edge off.”
Chris saw a dazed look on his mother’s face as she sat back. Her lips were wet and there was a dribble of cum on her chin. The stranger reached over and wiped her lips with his finger and then fed it to her. Then he kissed her long and hard.
“Let’s go upstairs so I can fuck you until you can’t walk.”
Chris saw his mother smile as she stood up on wobbly legs. He suddenly realized that they would have to walk past him. He jumped up quickly, turned and almost stumbled before rushing toward the living room, slipping inside a second before they came out of the family room. When they were past him he peeked out to see them walking up the stairs. The stranger slipped his hand down his mother’s back and then under her tiny skirt. A second later his mother moaned and went up on her toes. The stranger’s arm started to move back and forth as they walked up the stairs. At the top they stopped to kiss again and he pulled up the back of her skirt to reveal her naked ass. He grasped the cheeks and opened them wide, pulling her to him tightly. Then they turned toward the bedroom.
Chapter 3
Chris rushed out of the house closing the door as quietly as he could. When he got to his car and sat down he was trembling all over. He couldn’t believe what he had just witnessed. It seemed like a dream. It couldn’t have been his mother in there… his sweet almost sexless mother sucking off a stranger. Never had he thought of her sexually… she was his mother. She had bathed him, changed his diapers, and rocked him to sleep at night. Now he had witnessed her engaged in a sex act with a stranger. It wasn’t something a son was supposed to ever witness. Yet, in spite of his revulsion, his penis pulsed in his pants.
As he sat silently in his car, he wondered what to do and where to go. He was angry, embarrassed, confused, and yes, still excited. He felt guilty that he had spied on his mother… yet she had no right to do what she had done… what she was doing right now in her bedroom. The though of that sent a chill through him. What were they doing now, he wondered? Were they fucking or was she sucking him again? “Nasty cock sucker… nasty cock sucker,” the words echoed over and over in his head. He knew that he had to get control of his emotions. He had to think… to sort everything out.
“You bitch,” he said out loud. “How could you do that to Dad… to me.” He slammed his hand on the steering wheel and felt the pain shoot up his arm. Suddenly he realized that he was still in the driveway and visible from the upstairs bedrooms. He quickly started the car and backed out of the driveway. Then he drove around aimlessly for several hours. Finally he found a spot down the street from his house and parked where he could see the driveway. The car was still there. He would wait until the stranger left and then he would confront his mother.
He put his head back and tried to clear the images from his mind. Unfortunately, they were imbedded there forever. He saw his mother’s mouth on the stranger’s penis, sucking him. He saw her pumping his shaft, milking him. He saw her swallowing his juice, swallowing the contents of his balls… his sperm… his semen. He saw her lips, wet with the stranger’s juice and the drops of cum on her chin. “Nasty cock sucker… nasty cock sucker.” Then her swollen sex lips flashed into his head. He saw her legs spread and the juice running from her hole. In spite of his seeming revulsion, his penis throbbed and squirted more pre-cum juice into his already saturated underwear.
Chris dozed off sometimes late that night. It was not a restful sleep, but one filled with images of sex. He saw the stranger’s face smiling in pleasure as his mother used her mouth on his penis. She sucked and pumped his shaft. She moaned in pleasure. His brain played it over and over again. Then at some point the image changed. It was no longer the stranger’s face in the dream with his mother, but his own. In the dream, surrounded with fog-like mist, he looked down at his mother’s head as she moved her mouth up and down on his shaft. He grabbed the braids and lifted her head, looking into her lust filled eyes before pushing her back down again. Her throat muscles caressed him, squeezing the length of his shaft. She took every inch of him into her throat. He saw her pretty eyes looking up and him… his penis was gone… it was all down her throat. His balls churned and he lifted his hips and pulled on her braids. His cum began to pour into her mouth. It came out like a never-ending stream… like a garden hose with a broken shut off valve. His mother sucked it all in, moving her hand to squeeze the last drops from his balls. Finally she pulled away and looked up at him. Her jaws were puffed out. “Are you my nasty cock sucking bitch?” he asked. In answer, she suddenly opened her mouth where all his sticky sperm lay pooled. “Oh God,” he moaned in his sleep and his balls pumped their contents into his shorts.
The sun was breaking the horizon when Chris awoke with a start. He wasn’t sure when he had dozed off or what had awakened him. For a moment he was confused, wondering where he was and what he was doing sleeping in his car. Suddenly it all came back in a rush… like a wave of grief that enveloped him in a shroud of darkness. His face paled, his stomach churned, making him feel like he might throw up. Maybe it hadn’t really happened. Maybe it had been a dream. If it was a dream, it had been very powerful and realistic. He could feel the wetness in his underwear and knew that he had climaxed in his sleep. It was just a dream wasn’t it?
But when he looked at the driveway of his house, he saw that the car was there: sitting there in mute testimony to the reality of his awful night. Then a moment later, the handsome stranger came out of the house and got into his car. Now he knew that it was true… his mother had really sucked the cock of a stranger and probably fucked him all night.
Chris watched as the black Mercedes backed out of the driveway and headed toward him. He slumped down in the seat and watched the smiling man drive by. He gritted his teeth in anger and thought for a moment about chasing after him. Instead he started his car and drove slowly down the street and into his driveway, parking his car where the strangers had been moments before.
Chris strode into the house with a purpose. He knew that if his mother were awake, she would be in the kitchen. While he looked determined and focused he felt anything but confident. His knees were weak and he was trembling inside as he neared the kitchen. With each step his resolve grew weaker, until he had to pause at the door to catch his breath. He realized that he had no idea what he was going to say.
“Chris, what are you doing home this early?” Allison exclaimed in shock when she saw her son walk in. It was obvious that she realized that if he had come home a few minutes early he would have caught them.
“Everyone was still partying and I was tired,” he lied. He stared at his mother as she sat at the table. She was wearing a white terrycloth robe that was short on her thighs and opened at her chest to reveal a portion of her cleavage. Her hair was uncombed, her face flushed and there were red blotches on her chest. She would have looked like a well-satisfied woman except for a look of fear and a strange sadness in her normally bright eyes. “What about you… what are you doing up so early?” Chris asked, almost with a sneer.
“I just couldn’t sleep.”
I’ll bet, Chris thought. It must be hard to sleep with a stranger fucking you all night. You can probably still feel his cock in your pussy right now, he thought angrily.
“What’s wrong?” his mother asked.
“I didn’t say anything was wrong.”
“No, but your face does.”
He opened his mouth but no words came out. He was about to confront her, but he couldn’t find the words. When he saw the sad look in his mother’s eyes, everything left him. Suddenly he was no longer angry… just tired. The confrontation would have to wait.
“I’m going up to get some sleep.”
“Okay. See you later,” Allison said with a touch of relief in her voice.
Chris walked upstairs and down the hall. He paused at his mother’s bedroom door. On impulse he threw open the door and looked inside. A chill went through him when he saw the unmade bed with the sheets in a tangle. On the floor were the high-heels, the blouse and the tiny skirt that his mother had been wearing last night. With a quick look over his shoulder, he stepped into the room. It still smelled like sex. He picked up the tiny skirt and blouse. It was smaller than the outfits the cheerleaders at school wore. However, unlike his mother, they had underpants on when they wore it. The blouse was paper-thin and he held it up to the light and could see through it. Without thinking he held the soft material to his nose. It smelled like his mother… that familiar smell that until this moment had never been sexual. Now he felt his penis stiffen. He thought he heard something and quickly dropped the clothes and hurried to his room and flopped onto the bed. He closed his eyes and moaned painfully.
Unfortunately for Chris, sleep wouldn’t come. He was incredibly tired, but every time he closed his eyes he saw his mother with the stranger or him, like in his dream last night. It flashed through his mind a million times.
For the rest of the weekend Chris tried to avoid his mother. Late on Saturday evening he came out of his room to take a shower and walked down the hall past his mother and father’s bedroom. As he passed the door, he saw that it was opened slightly. Something made him pause. When he looked through the crack in the door, he saw his mother sitting at her vanity… and she was totally naked. Suddenly his heart was pounding in his chest. He knew he should go, but his legs didn’t want to listen. He stared. His mother was rubbing cream on her chest. She used her palm to smooth the cream over her upper chest and down across the nipples. Then she lifted and caressed the orbs with her palms, kneading the smooth cream into the soft under flesh. She pinched one nipple, like the stranger had done, before moving to the other and doing the same. As the nipple grew hard, he thought he heard a little moan escape her lips.
Chris couldn’t avoid it; his penis began to grow.
When his mother had finished creaming her breasts, she lifted one leg and began to rub the cream on her thigh. Chris almost gasped. The action forced her legs open, revealing her freshly shaven vagina. He could plainly see the smooth outer lips, with the fat inner lips hanging from between. The outer lips were already shining with oil. Chris could smell the sweet and unmistakable aroma of baby oil.
Allison suddenly had the strange feeling that she was being watched. She glanced into the vanity mirror. Her eyes opened wide when she saw movement in the hall. It had to be Chris since Bradley was still out of town. Her first thought was to jump up and close the door, but for some reason she didn’t. She paused for a moment. Then, incredibly, she casually lifted her other leg and began to rub the cream on her thigh. Her legs opened wider. She found that her hands were trembling now. This was crazy… that was her son outside her door. Was she loosing her mind? She had never been attracted to her son.
When she had finished with her legs, Allison stood up with her back to the door. She bent over her dresser, pretending to search for something. She could feel her son’s eyes on her ass and she knew that he could see her puffy lips between her thighs. Suddenly her lips grew wet and began to pulse. She wondered if he could see that.
Chris finally pulled himself together and hurried down the hall to the bathroom. A few minutes later he was sitting on the toilet with his hard penis in his hand. He squirted baby oil onto the head and let it run across his fingers. He was mortified by what he was doing, but couldn’t think of anything but his mother and her naked body. Slowly he pumped the long shaft with his closed fist, thinking of his mother’s large breasts. Then he saw her ass as she bent over the dresser. Between her legs he could see the pouch of her pussy and the glistening lips between. He thought of sliding his penis between those lips and about how soft and wet it would feel. It took only a few minutes for him to shoot his cum onto his stomach.
Chapter 4
Chris went through the week in a daze. Up until the previous Friday night he had been a normal teenager, going through all of the growing pains of a typical high school student. There was lacrosse practice every night and school work, with lots of homework. On the weekends he would go out with his friends or on a date with his girlfriend Melissa. He had already selected a college and had received a scholarship to play lacrosse. In a few months he was going to graduate and then one last summer vacation before college. Everything was pretty much set.
Now everything had changed… or so it felt. Yes he would still graduate and go to college, but nothing at home would ever be the same. He could no longer look at his mother without thinking of her with her lover. And, he had now concluded that he was in fact her lover and that it wasn’t a one-time thing. For all of his life he had seen her as his mother first and a woman second. Now he saw her as a woman first and his mother second… a woman that he now dreamed about every night and felt sexual stirrings for. It was all wrong, and it was driving him crazy. He would see her in the kitchen fixing dinner and have sexual thoughts. She would lean over to get something out of the refrigerator and he would see her slacks tighten over her smooth ass and pull between her cheeks. An unwanted chill would go through him. When she bent over in front of him, his eyes would fall on the opening of her blouse and he would look at the tops of her swinging breasts. He would see her come home from work dressed in her business attire and wonder if she was wearing panties.
And he had done something… something that made him feel guilty and embarrassed him, yet he would do it again if he got the chance.
It was Thursday evening and his father had come home from his trip that afternoon. At dinner, his mother had seemed particularly agitated, jumpy. He had no idea what was wrong.
After dinner she had gone up to take a shower. Chris went to his room and his Dad was relaxing in the family room watching the news.
It was about an hour later when Chris left his room and walked quietly down the hall to his mother’s bedroom. He was disappointed that the door to her room was closed. He started to turn around when his mother came out, almost bumping into him. She had a bathrobe on and her hair was wet from the shower.
“Oh,” she said when she saw him. “I was just about to call you. Something’s wrong with the toilet in my bathroom. I know your Dad is tired from his trip, so can you look at it for me?”
“Uh sure,” Chris said. He walked past his mother, smelling her freshly washed hair and a scent of lavender soap. The bathroom was still steamy when he entered. He heard the water in the toilet running and opened the tank lid. He saw that the plastic arm holding the chain, which closed off the water after flushing, was stuck. He simply bent the plastic until it was free from the tank. That fixed the problem. He was about to leave the bathroom when he saw something that made his heart skip a beat. His mother’s panties were lying on the floor next to the hamper. He looked at the door in guilt before walking over and snatching up the slip of material and stuffing it in his pocket quickly.
“All fixed,” he said as he hurried past his mother now sitting at her vanity.
“Thanks,” she said as she watched him rush out of her room. She shook her head, wondering why he had been acting so strange lately… it had started last Saturday. With that thought still in her head she went back into the bathroom to finish drying her hair. She glanced at the floor next to her hamper and didn’t see her panties. She thought that was strange since she didn’t remember putting them in the hamper. Putting the hair dryer down, she walked over and opened the lid. The panties weren’t in the hamper. Suddenly she realized that Chris had to have taken them. A sudden rush of anger rose in the pit of her stomach. First he spies on me and now he is stealing my underwear, she thought. It was infuriating, but also embarrassing since she had masturbated twice that day, at Jason’s orders, and the panties were still wet.
Chris’s heart was pounding in his chest as he rushed into the hall bathroom and closed the door. In his haste he didn’t notice that the door had popped back open. He sat on the toilet, trying to catch his breath. He could almost feel his mother’s panties burning a hole in his pocket. With a trembling hand he reached inside and pulled the silky pink material out. He felt and then saw that they were wet in the crotch. A moan escaped his lips as he brought them to his nose.
At that moment, Allison was at the hall bathroom door, about to push it open. She suppressed a gasp when she saw what her son was doing. Her anger and indignation suddenly vanished, replaced by a strange feeling. It was similar to feeling that she had the other day when she saw him spying on her. Her knees grew weak and she felt a tingling between her legs. She knew she should stop him, but couldn’t bring herself to move.
Chris’s head was spinning as he inhaled the sweet odor of his mother most private place. While he was familiar with the smell of pussy, having eaten Melissa many times, this was different. This was sweeter, earthier. It was a smell that he would never forget as long as he lived. With the panties still at his nose, he reached for his belt and hastily unbuckled it. The he pushed his pants and underwear down to his ankles.
Allison’s eyes were as wide as saucers as she watched her son expose himself. She knew that she should leave… to think about what to do, but she couldn’t draw herself away. Her eyes stared at her son’s exposed penis. It was larger than his father’s was or even Jason’s, with a purple and very swollen head. Juice was running from the slit and dripping to his pubic hair.
With his hands still trembling Chris brought the panties to his throbbing shaft. He opened the crotch and rubbed the wet material against the dripping slit, adding his clear juice to what was already there. Then he wrapped the gusset around the head. A moan escaped his lips and his legs stretched out from his body and trembled. “Oh God Mom,” he gasped and began to stroke himself.
Allison’s hand flew to her mouth to cover her own gasp. Then she watched as her eighteen-year-old son began to masturbate himself with her panties.
Chris saw his mother’s vagina in his mind. He could almost feel her sweet hole wrapped around his cock like the panties were right now. Although he had never had sexual intercourse, he knew that it would be warm and wet inside her. He saw how wet she had gotten the other night and now he could feel her dampness on the head of his penis. The combination of the silky panties on the head and the squeezing of his hand brought him to a crisis quickly. He groaned and lifted his hips as his balls began to unleash his cream. “Oh yes, fuck me, fuck me Mom,” Chris cried.
Allison had to place her hand against the wall to steady herself as she listened to her son’s nasty words. With half closed eyes she saw the crotch of her panties grow darker and a second later his white juice was running down the side of his shaft. He was climaxing in her panties… her son was imagining that he was fucking her. Her body began to tremble and her knees almost buckled as she fought to remain standing. A second later she turned and staggered back to her room. She fell onto the bed and began to cry. She wasn’t crying because of what she had seen, but rather because of what it had done to her. She had climaxed when she saw Chris squirt his juice into her panties.
Chapter 5
Chris was still filled with emotions the following Saturday. He sat at the breakfast table in a tee shirt and jogging shorts eating a bowl of cereal thinking about what he should do. His anger had only grown during the week and he knew that it would eat at him until he said something.
“Good morning Chris,” Allison said as came into the kitchen and went over to make her morning cup of coffee.
“Morning,” he mumbled in reply.
She set the coffee maker and turned to Chris. “Chris, we have to talk,” she said firmly. However, inside she felt anything but firm.
Chris looked up at his mother and said, “Yes we do.”
His response surprised Allison. She was the one that needed to talk to him… talk to him about his peeping on her and using her panties to masturbate with. It was a delicate subject, but it needed to be discussed.
Before Allison could react, Chris said, “I saw you.”
“What?” Allison answered looking at him curiously.
“I saw you and… and… the guy you were with.”
A foreboding feeling cascaded over Allison. “What are you talking about? What guy?”
“I came home last Friday night because Jeff was sick with the flu.”
“You… you what? What are you saying?” she asked, her voice raising several tones.
When Chris heard what he thought was defiance in her voice he said, “Come on Mom, I came back into the house and you and that guy were on the sofa in the family room having sex.”
Allison’s head was suddenly spinning. She had to think. This was the last thing she expected. She steadied herself, calling on every bit of nerve that she could muster. Knowing that the best defense was a good offense she responded with as much force as she could, “You were spying on me?”
Chris laughed. It wasn’t a humorous laugh. “You’re bitching about me spying on you when you were fucking some stranger?”
“Don’t you use that language around me young man,” she said angrily, placing her hands on her hips. However, inside she was melting. Her stomach was tied up in a knot and she found it hard to breathe.
“You’re incredible mother.”
“I saw you too,” she returned.
“Saw me what?”
“I saw you spying on me when I was naked in my room. Don’t you deny it?”
Chris felt his face flush.
“I also saw you in the bathroom with my panties. What kind of pervert jerks off into his mother’s soiled panties?”
Suddenly Chris was on the defense. What he had done was perverted and he had no excuse.
“What do you have to say about that?” Allison pressed.
“Noth… nothing,” he choked. Then suddenly he realized what she had done. “Wait a minute,” he yelled. “I may have jerked off into your panties and spied on you, but I didn’t suck some guy’s cock and fuck him behind Dad’s back. What do you have to say about that?”
“I told you to watch your language,” she responded in a scream. She knew she was in a weak position, but she had nothing else.
Chris was emboldened by her lame response. “Are you a ‘nasty cock sucker,’ mother?” he said. He knew that he had made a big mistake the second the words were out of his mouth.
Allison’s hand flew out to hit him across the face, turning his head to the side, and leaving a hand print on his cheek. A small cut formed at his lip.
Tears appeared in his eyes from the power of the blow. His mouth opened, but nothing came out. Suddenly he turned and stormed out of the room and upstairs.
Allison stood frozen in shock. She couldn’t believe what had just happened. She had never raised her hand to her son. Suddenly she broke into uncontrollable sobs and staggered over to a chair and sat down. The only good thing was that Bradley was playing golf this morning.
Chris was on his bed with stereo headphones on when he heard a tapping at the door. He ignored it.
Allison tapped on the door again and then pushed it open. She walked slowly into the room.
Chris glanced at her and could see that her eyes were wet with tears. He stared up at the ceiling, ignoring her.
She walked over and sat down on the corner of Chris’s bed. She wiped her eyes with a Kleenex and stared at a poster-covered wall, remaining silent, but for an occasional sob. Finally she spoke. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.
Chris heard her, but still chose not to respond. He didn’t know what to say anyway.
Allison finally looked at her son. She saw his eyes on hers for a second, but he they turned away quickly. “I’m sorry about hitting you and about… about everything.” She broke into heavy sobbing.
Chris sucked in a deep breath and took off his headphones. He looked at his crying mother, wondering what he could possibly say. He felt his anger fade as his heart melted with her tears. Finally he summoned up enough courage to speak. “I’m sorry I called you a nasty coc… uh… those names,” he whispered.
“Thank you,” she whispered, drying her eyes again. She conjured up enough nerve to ask the question that had been on her mind the entire time. “Are… are you… are you going to tell your father.”
Although Chris knew that the question was coming, he still wasn’t prepared to answer. He didn’t know what he was going to do. “I don’t know,” he said honestly.
The two fell silent for a long time. Finally, Chris spoke again; his voice was strained with thinly veiled emotions. “Why? Why did you do it Mom?”
“It’s a long story.” She wiped her eyes, but the tears kept coming.
“I’ve got time. Tell me.” Chris’s voice was softer. It was more of a request then an order.
Allison got up and walked over to the window and looked out. It had started to rain. That would mean that Bradley might be coming home from the golf course soon. “This weather has been crazy lately,” she said idly.
“Fine, then don’t tell me then,” Chris said.
Allison came back over to the bed and sat next to Chris. She reached for his hand, which he pulled away. She persisted, pulling his hand to her lap. She sighed. “Chris I’ve made some big mistakes in my life, but having an affair was the biggest. It started about a year ago. I never wanted it to happen… never planned it. I wasn’t looking for someone. She paused for a moment and caught her breath. “After your father had his by-pass two years ago, he lost all desire for me. He was never all that interested in sex, but with the medicine and such, he lost the little interest that he had.”
Chris suddenly wondered if he really wanted to hear this.
“Your father is a lot older than me, but I am still in my prime… sexually speaking.”
“Oh Jesus,” Chris said.
“You said you wanted to hear this. Do you want me to stop?” Allison squeezed Chris’s hand, half hoping that he would say yes.
There was no going back now. “No. Go on,” he said.
“Well, about a year ago, I met Jason at a business function. We talked and had a few drinks… I guess more than a few. The next thing I know is that I’m in his car and we’re kissing. One thing led to another and well, we started an affair.”
“That sounds too simple to me,” Chris said. “There has to be more to it.”
“It is pretty simple, but it always gets complicated.” Allison wiped her eyes again. “That’s how it started. I just needed someone to hold me… someone to make me feel like I was needed…. like I was a desirable woman.” Allison started to sob again. “A woman needs to know that she’s needed… loved.”
“Dad was that cold to you?”
“Not always. Don’t get me wrong, your Dad has been good to me. He has worked hard… maybe too hard.
“You’ve worked hard to Mother. You’ve built a great career.” Chris wasn’t sure why he said that. It was almost as if he were defending her.
“Thank you. That means a lot to me,” she said, squeezing his hand again and smiling through her tears. “I was na‹ve when we got married. I know I wasn’t much of a lover. Your Dad was my first.” Allison sighed again and looked at the rain now hitting the window hard.
“Do you love Dad?”
“Yes. And I’m sure he loves me.”
“Obviously that wasn’t enough.”
“Love changes. In the early days it is filled with excitement and… and sex, but as time goes on, it changes. Unfortunately, as people get older, their desires sometimes wane. Your father’s have, mine haven’t. That complicates things. It is true that love is critical in marriage, but it’s not the only thing. There has to be sex. Sex is important in any relationship.”
Chris nodded his head. He could understand that. From his limited experience, he knew that sex was important. It was the one thing that was in his head twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week.
Allison suddenly got an almost dreamy look in her eyes. “When Jason came along, I was at a low point. The doctors said that your Dad could have some depression, but I never anticipated how bad it was going to be. I’m sure you didn’t notice, but he barely spoke to me. Eventually I got lonely. And, then Jason comes along. It was just a fling at first. The sex wasn’t all that spectacular the first time… like in a lot of relationships. However, as we got to know each other, it changed. He started to do things… things that I would have never thought of doing. He started to tell me to do things. Like calling me at the office and ordering me to take my panties off… right there while he was on the phone.”
Chris felt an unwanted tingle in his groin. His mouth was suddenly very dry and his heart was thumping. He almost told her to stop.
“He made me masturbate at my desk with people walking up and down the hall outside my office. He took me to restaurants and fingered me until I climaxed while sitting at the table.” Allison paused and looked at Chris. She saw that his face had grown red. “Is this what you want?”
“Uh… yes… go on.” His penis twitched.
Allison got up and walked over to the window again.
Chris’s eyes followed her. She had on a skirt that was tight on her buttocks and short on her thighs. On top she had a low cut long sleeved sweater, revealing the cleavage of her breasts. He figured that she had been dressed to go shopping or something. It was sexy, but not overtly.
“I wish the sun would come back out,” she said as the rain blew against the window. When she turned around, her nipples were hard and pressing through the sweater. She leaned back against the windowsill and looked thoughtful.
Chris felt his penis begin to harden as he stared at her. He almost moaned at his lack of control.
“Over time, we got bolder. One time he made love to me on a ferryboat with people all around us. He had me up against the side rail and lifted my skirt and slipped inside. I was almost touching the arm of a woman next to me. He also taught me how to give oral sex. We did that everywhere. I once sucked him off in a glass elevator as we were riding up to our room.”
Chris swallowed hard. “Nasty cock sucker, nasty cock sucker,” he thought and his penis twitched.
“Your father… Bradley never cared much for giving or receiving oral sex.”
“I saw you swallow his cum,” Chris blurted and then thought, “Did I just say that?”
“Yes I did,” she said, unable to deny it since he had obviously seen it happen. “I’ve grown to love it. Some women don’t. I’m not sure what it is about oral sex or semen that turns me on so much. Maybe it’s because I’m in control. I pretty much decide when my lover cums.” Again Allison paused and closed her eyes for a moment as if reliving some encounter. “Jason even taught me to love… love anal sex.”
“Anal sex,” Chris almost screamed.
Allison flushed. “Yes,” she whispered. “I stopped taking the pill a couple of years ago. I figured it didn’t matter since Bradley and I weren’t having sex anyway. Because of that, Jason couldn’t cum in my… uh puss… uh vagina.” Allison looked at her son and said, “Are you still okay with this?”
“Go on,” he answered quickly.
“Well since I wouldn’t let him cum in me, I made up for it by letting him have my ass. At first it was painful, but as I got used to it, I grew to love it.” Again Allison paused and looked at her son. She almost thought she saw a look of wonder on his face. “Anyway, we’ve had sex in my office, in his office, in my car, in his car, almost anywhere you could imagine. The only place we hadn’t done it was in my own bed.”
“So much for that,” Chris said. It was meant to be flippant and light, but it came out angrily.
“I’m sorry about that. I feel so guilty.” Allison came back over to the bed and sat down. She took Chris’s hand again. “Can you ever forgive me?”
Instead of answering Chris said, “Do you love him?”
Allison got a strange look on her face. “Jason? Of course not. He’s happily married with two small kids. It was just sex. You know about that don’t you?”
“Yeah, I guess I do.”
“Are… are you and Melissa sexually active?”
Chris barely realized the conversation had turned to him. “Yes… well, in a way.”
Allison smiled. “What ‘way’?”
“Uh… I mean I do her… you know with my mouth, but she doesn’t do me. She gives me hand jobs, but says sucking is dirty.”
“That’s a switch. Most of the time it is the other way around. Girls will suck boys, but they won’t reciprocate.”
“I guess I’m different. I love to do it.” Suddenly his face turned red. “This is embarrassing Mom. Guys don’t talk to their mother’s like this.”
Allison smiled again. “Well, let’s be different. If you can’t talk to your mom, whom can you talk to?” She laughed for the first time. “Chris, I’m sorry again about hitting you. Also, I was out of line calling you that name… you know… pervert. I didn’t really mean it. I know that you are a young man with raging hormones so I guess it’s not that unusual that you would want to look at me or… or you know… use my panties.” It was Allison’s turn to turn red.
Chris’s face flushed as well.
“So where do we go from here?” she asked.
“I’m not going to tell Dad, if that’s what you mean.”
Allison closed her eyes and sighed in relief. “Thank you sweetheart. I’m not going to see Jason any more,” she said. Tears formed in her eyes again. “Can I have a hug?” She opened her arms.
Chris scooted forward on the bed and wrapped his arms around his mother. Suddenly he could feel her soft breasts against his chest and smell the scent of her hair. His penis began to twitch again. By the time they pulled apart, his jogging shorts had a tent in them.
Allison realized that Chris was uncomfortable and she looked down and saw the reason. She wasn’t really surprised to see that he had an erection. She smiled and shook her head as if he were a naughty boy.
“Sorry,” Chris said in embarrassment.
“We’ll have to talk about that too,” she said, glancing down at his groin.
“Uh… sure,” he answered, not really sure what “that” meant.
Allison got up to walk out of the room. As she did she turned back to Chris and saw his eyes on her ass. “Is this skirt too tight on me? I think I’ve gained a little weight,” she said as innocently as she could.
“Uh… no, it looks great… I mean… you have a great as… uh… you know… backside.”
“Thanks sweetie. You can say ass,” she said with a wide smile. She came back over to him, leaning over and giving him a kiss on the lips. “Do you have any interest in going shopping with me? I need some new things.” She had her arms on his shoulders and was but inches from his face, looking into his eyes.
“Yeah, sure,” Chris said. “I mean… I don’t have anything planned today.”
Allison was surprised by his answer because she knew that shopping was the last thing a teenager wanted to do. “Get ready and I will see you downstairs in a few minutes.” She kissed him on the lips again, but this time it lasted a little longer… just a second longer than it should have. Then she looked at the small cut on his lip. “I’m sorry about that,” she said and touched his lip with her fingers. Then she kissed the spot tenderly, then his lips again. Incredibly, her tongue came out without her thinking and she touched his lips with the tip. When she realized what she had done, she pulled away quickly. Then she looked down again and saw still the throbbing tent in his shorts. She leaned over close to his ear and whispered, “There are some panties in my hamper.” But then quickly added, “Actually the red ones that will be there tonight will be fresher.” She laughed when Chris’s face turned red. She hadn’t realized how much fun it was to tease him.
“Mommmmmm!!!” Chris whined, yet his heart was thumping in his chest.
Chapter 6
Chris and his mother went to the mall that afternoon, stopping in almost every store it seemed. However, strangely, he didn’t mind. For the first time in his life he liked shopping. Actually it wasn’t the shopping, but rather being with his mother that he liked. He watched her closely, enjoying her shy smiles and flushes of embarrassment as she tried on various outfits. When she would come out of the dressing room with a dress or blouse on, Chris would give thumbs up or down. It became obvious that he preferred the tighter dresses and skirts, as well as the short ones. The beauty of it was that he got to stare at his mother without her being offended. Since the night he had caught her with her lover, he had secretly looked at her whenever he got the opportunity. However, he always had to be careful in fear that she would catch him. Now he could stare without worrying that she would get angry. Not only could he look, but also he could make her turn this way and that to give him a better view from all angles. And, he liked what he saw. Her full breasts and trim hips were like those of a much younger woman. He realized that she had kept herself in very good shape and that she was very sexy. Strangely, it never occurred to him that his mother could be sexy or, God forbid, turn him on. Yet as he sat and watched her try on dresses, slacks, sweaters, blouses and shorts, he found himself getting excited. He had to cross his legs on several occasions to keep her from seeing his growing erection. If she noticed, however, she gave no indication.
Chris particularly liked the dresses at Victoria’s Secrets. When his mother came out of the dressing room with a tight red dress on, Chris had to whistle. It was bright red and had thin shoulder strap with a V-cut top, revealing the top of her breasts. However, because it was cut so low, the top of her lacy bra showed. The bodice was form fitting to her breasts and waist, hugging both her hips and well-defined thighs.
“It’s not too tight, is it?” she asked.
“Uh… no,” Chris gulped. Then he added boldly, “It looks great on you. But, the bra has to go. Turn around.”
Allison turned around and looked back over her shoulder at her son.
By : rgjohn