Gathering up his courage he said, “Hmm, I think the panties have to go too. You can see the outline.”
Allison looked at him with surprise, but then she smiled and said, “Wait.” She hurried into the dressing room, returning a couple of minutes later. “What about now?”
Chris felt his heart flutter. He could see that she had removed the bra. Her nipples were hard and poking though the top. “Mu… much better,” he stuttered.
“What about this,” she said and turned her back to him again.
No panty line.
Chris couldn’t help the erection that grew in his pants when he realized that his mother was naked under the outfit. There was nothing between his eyes and her naked body but the thin dress. Every curve was defined. If she had dimples on her ass cheeks, he would have been able to see them. “Wor… works for me,” he said, trying to be cool, as he stared at the smooth backside of his mother.
The rest of the afternoon was a blur to Chris. They went from store to store, sometimes finding something they both liked and sometimes not. Their conversation was light and more like a man and woman rather than mother and son. They people watched, whispering about this guy or that girl. Through it all, Chris noticed that his mother seemed genuinely happy for the first time since he could remember. She smiled a lot and her eyes twinkled like they did before his father’s surgery. She somehow seemed content and was warmer to him as well. It wasn’t a secret that their relationship had been strained, even before the incident.
Several hours and multiple shopping bags later, Chris and his mother went to the car. They stopped at a small restaurant and had a late lunch.
“I must have spent a fortune today,” she said. “I don’t know what got into me. I normally don’t spend a lot of time shopping for clothes.”
“I know,” Chris said before he thought.
His mother got a pensive look on her face. “I guess I’ve needed to upgrade my wardrobe for some time huh?”
“Uh… well… yeah,” Chris answered uncomfortably.
She reached over and touched his hand. “It’s nice to have someone that I care about appreciate it.”
Chris saw something in his mother’s eyes… some emotion that he couldn’t quite identify. He quickly changed the subject.
As they talked, Chris noticed for the first time the looks that his mother got from men. He realized how attractive she was to other men, and suddenly felt a strange emotion himself. One he was not accustomed to: jealousy! He knew it was crazy… this was his mother, not his girlfriend… but he couldn’t shake the feeling. As they left the restaurant, he found himself putting his arm around her waist protectively, maybe to show the guys that she wasn’t available.
His mother looked at him with a smile and actually moved closer until he could feel her hip brushing his. His face turned red but he kept his hand around her waist, enjoying the warmth of her skin under the silky material of her top.
When they arrived home, Allison gave Chris another fashion show. She was like a teenager, trying on each of her outfits again, asking which ones were appropriate for work and which ones were not. Was he sure that this one or that one wasn’t too tight or too short? Could he see through the top? And the most loaded question… Does this make me look fat? Chris danced through each question diplomatically. He told her that his favorite dress, the red one, was definitely not appropriate for work. She had taken off her bra and panties again to model it for him. He found himself wondering if she were going to put the panties back on tonight or not.
By the end of the day, Chris was mentally and physically exhausted. He was surprised that shopping could take so much out of him. Maybe it was because he had been on an emotional roller coaster all for a week. He fought the anger in the beginning and now sexual urges that his mother had brought on. Not to mention the jealously that had surprised him so much.
Later as they sat in the family room with his father, Chris said, “I think I’m going to turn in early Mom.”
“Okay sweetie,” she said. “I hope I didn’t tire you out too much today. Shopping can be very strenuous,” she laughed.
“Tell me about it,” he returned with a wide smile and kissed her quickly before heading to his room. However, as he got to his door, he glanced at the stairs and then turned and went quickly to his mother’s room and into the bathroom. Inside the clothes hamper, he found what he was looking for… a pair of red panties that she had most likely worn today. That was confirmed when he saw that they were still damp. He wondered briefly if his mother had been as excited as he was today. Then he dismissed it and hurried back to his own room where he quickly stripped naked and laid down on the bed. He wrapped the warm silk around his shaft and began an up and down motion with his hand. It took but a few seconds for him to get an erection.
His thoughts quickly turned to his mother and that red dress… or more specifically, that she had been naked underneath. Then he saw her naked in his mind, posing in front of him. His imagination worked overtime as he envisioned her kneeling on the bed between his legs, her hands on his hard penis, slowly stroking him and her mouth hovering over it, drooling.
With the panties wrapped around the head he fantasized that it was his mother’s mouth caressing him now. As he ran the damp and silky material over the swollen head, he could almost hear the sound of her sucking lips. His hand began to move faster as his excitement increased rapidly. Although he wanted it to last longer, it was impossible. The excitement had been building all day.
“Oh God,” he hissed as his body tensed and lifted from the bed. His penis throbbed and began to spit his seed into the air. It flew high and splattered across his chest and down his stomach, hitting with a splat. The spurts were powerful and heavy, spraying his thick cream over a wide area. It seemed that it would never stop. When it finally did, he had sperm all over his chest, hands and the panties, which were still wrapped around his shrinking penis.
A moan of relief and remorse escaped Chris’s lips. He looked down at the mess he had made and felt ashamed. Not because he had masturbated, but because it was the thought of his mother that he had made him climax. It was all wrong. He wasn’t supposed to feel desire for his own mother. He threw his arm over his eyes as if blocking the light would give him comfort.
It was at that moment that he heard a light tapping at his door. His eyes flew open and realized that he had not locked the door. A second later it opened and his mother walked in. Chris closed his eyes quickly, willing himself to lie still and pretend to be asleep. He was mortified, but there was nothing he could do except hope that she would leave quickly.
Chris tried to control his breathing as he felt rather than saw his mother’s presence. He could tell that she was standing close to the bed, looking at him. He had been caught with her panties wrapped around his penis and his cum splattered all over the place. He was a “pervert”.
He could hear her breathing. Taking a chance, he opened his eyes just a fraction and saw the strange sight of his mother staring down at him. Her eyes weren’t on his face.
Allison had a smile on her face as she walked up the stairs to say good night to Chris. She wanted to thank him for a wonderful day. She couldn’t remember when she had had such fun or enjoyed conversation so much. When she tapped on the door and heard no answer, she assumed that Chris had dozed off. However, since there was still a light on in the room, she thought that he might not mind her stopping in to kiss him good night again.
She had barely stepped into the room when she stopped in her tracks. Her hand went to her mouth to cover a gasp of surprise. Her son was lying naked with her panties wrapped around his penis and the obvious results of a recent climax on his chest and stomach. Although she had said that her panties would be in the hamper, it had been a flippant remark and not meant to be taken literally. Allison stood frozen for several moments. She knew that she should just turn and leave but something stopped her, driving her to step closer. Until that moment she had not admitted to herself that being with Chris today had been more than good conversation and shopping… it had been sexually exciting. It started earlier in the day when she had stepped out of the dressing room without panties or bra and saw Chris’s surprised look. It brought on a familiar stirring between her legs. As soon as she was back in the dressing room she had to put her panties back on for fear that her juices would be running down her legs. The panties had done the job, although the crotch was soaked within seconds. Now, as she looked at the sight before her, she wished that she had put on another pair after her bath as she could now feel her juices begin to seep from between her rapidly swelling lips.
With increasing excitement she edged closer, her eyes scanned down her son’s well-defined body. She knew that he was athletic and a handsome boy at over six foot one, but it had been some time since she had actually seen him naked… maybe when he was eight or nine. His chest was well developed and his stomach rippled with muscles… now glistening with his sperm. Her eyes moved down to his still large but shrunken penis. It lay curled in her panties, along with the evidence that he had recently climaxed. There was a dribble of juice running from the head. He had obviously fallen asleep moments after his climax. Allison was very familiar with that male trait.
Suddenly she could actually smell the familiar odor of semen. It made her light headed. Her vagina quivered and her legs trembled. She could still see her own wetness on the gusset of the panties twisted around the head of her son’s penis.
Chris could barely breathe. He was afraid that if he took the deep breath that his lungs were demanding his mother would know that he was awake. Through barely closed eyes he watched her, afraid to move a muscle. He expected her to turn and run from the room any second. When she didn’t, he began to feel excitement again. While it was embarrassing and mortifying for him to let her see him like this, her reaction or lack of reaction caused an unwanted excitement wash over him
With muscles tightening, Chris moaned and squirmed on the bed. When his mother still didn’t leave he felt his shaft begin to lengthen. As his penis grew, the panties caught on the ridge and followed it to hardness… until they were hanging from the head. Finally he heard a gasp. His shaft pulsed with excitement, matching his heartbeat. Chris watched as his mother’s hand reached out to him.
“Chris honey, wake up,” she whispered as her trembling hand touched his shoulder.
Chris had no choice. He opened his eyes and then with a start he gasped, “Mom!” feigning surprise. He quickly reached for a sheet to pull over him.
“Don’t do that,” she said, grabbing his hand. “You’ve obviously had a little accident.” A strange look came to her face.
“Mommmm!” Chris moaned, embarrassed beyond belief.
“Sorry honey, I didn’t want to wake you up, but I was afraid that you would mess up the sheets.”
Chris’s face was beet red now.
“I’ll take these back to the hamper,” she said and reached for the panties hanging from his penis. Her fingers accidentally touched the hot skin of his shaft and she pulled back like she had been burned. With the panties in her hand she turned on rubbery legs and quickly left the room.
Chris had almost climaxed at the gentle brush of her fingers. He closed his eyes, wondering how he was going to look his mother in the eye again. She was right; he was a pervert.
Chris didn’t see his mother rush into the bathroom and use the cum drenched panties to masturbate with.
Chapter 7
Sunday morning Chris came downstairs to the kitchen for a bowl of cereal. He found his mother sitting at the table dressed in a tight pink jogging suit that she had bought the day before. She was reading the paper.
Chris walked in quietly and got a bowl of cereal and sat at the table. His mother didn’t look at him, hiding her face behind the paper. At that moment he wanted to be anywhere but there. However, he knew that he had to face her sometime.
“Going jogging?” he asked and saw his mother lower the paper. She had almost a relieved look on her face. It was obvious that she was as uncomfortable he was.
“Yes, I thought I would. It’s sunny and fairly mild outside.”
“It’s been a pretty mild winter,” he answered, making small talk.
“I hope it continues. What’re you doing today?”
“Nothing much. I thought I’d go over to the field and practice with Jeff and Andy.”
“Are you going to be home for dinner tonight?”
“No, Melissa and I are going to get a pizza and then come back here and watch a movie.”
Allison’s expression changed almost immediately and she said “Oh… that’s nice.” However, her voice betrayed her obvious disappointment.
“Well, I guess I’d better get warmed up if I’m going to get my run in this morning.” With that Allison stood up and walked over to the glass sliding door leading to the deck. Instead of going outside to do her warm up exercises, she stood at the window and began to stretch. The sun reflecting through the window outlined her trim shape, detailing every curve.
Chris pretended that he was reading the paper as he ate his cereal. However, he found it difficult to keep his eyes on the print. As he secretly watched, his mother stood with her back to him and bent over to touch her toes. The tight pink jogging sweats stretched over her ass, eventually pulling between her cheeks. It was apparent that she didn’t have panties on as each globe shook freely under the stretched cotton. She remained in that position with her fingers touching her toes for several seconds before standing up and then going down again. Chris was almost drooling by the time she had done twenty repetitions. Then she turned sideways and stepped forward with one leg, while stretching the other out behind her. It was a classic exercise to stretch the hamstring muscles. However, Chris wasn’t thinking about hamstring muscles. As he watched, forgetting that he was staring, she went through several exercises, turning this way and that, acting oblivious to her staring son. Finally she opened the door and turned to him
“Bye,” she said with a knowing smile.
Chris let out the breath he had been holding.
It was after seven that evening when Chris came home from the pizza parlor with Melissa.
“Hi Mom,” he said.
“Hi Mrs. Hudson,” Melissa said.
“Hello Melissa. It’s nice to see you,” Allison said. The greeting was without warmth in her voice as she almost glared at the pretty teenager with her son. She was wearing an impossibly short skirt and a tight blue sweater. Her nipples were already hard and poking through, showing that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Allison wondered if she was wearing panties… probably not.
“Where’s Dad?”
“You’re father’s upstairs in his study.”
Chris smiled. “We’re going into the family room to watch a movie,” Chris said, holding up a video. Then he turned and smiled at his date. “See you later Mom,” he added and ushered his date quickly down the hall and into the family room. However, he didn’t miss the look his mother gave Melissa.
The lights were out in the family room, the movie had long ago ended and the TV was off.
“Mmmm,” Melissa murmured as Chris’s hand snaked under her sweater. Their lips were pressed together with their tongues dueling.
Chris pulled away. “I love your tits,” he whispered as his hand covered one large orb. He found her nipples and began to play with them.
“Oh God that’s making my pussy leak,” Melissa hissed. “Suck them.”
Chris didn’t have to be told twice. He pushed the sweater up and freed both large breasts. His head dropped and he took one hard nipple into his mouth. He sucked on that one for a long time before moving to the other.
“God you’re so good with your mouth.”
That was the signal that Chris was waiting for. He knew what she wanted. His lips went back to hers and he kissed her hard. She was breathless and squirming on the sofa when the kiss ended. “Suck me,” she gasped. “Suck my pussy.”
“I’d love to. Will… will you… will you do me then?” he asked hesitantly. They had had this conversation many times before.
“You know that I don’t do that,” she said.
“But I always do you. Come on Melissa, I won’t cum in your mouth.”
Melissa fell silent for a moment. “You know what Billy Anderson did to me.”
Chris knew. He had heard it a hundred times. Billy had forced Melissa to suck him and shot his cum down her throat. But that was over a year ago. “I know, but I’m not Billy.”
Again Melissa was quiet. “If you promise not to cum in my mouth.”
Chris almost leaped off the sofa. “I promise,” he agreed quickly.
“All right, but you have to eat me good,” she said and smiled.
In a flash Chris slid to his knees in front of Melissa. He looked up at her with a big smile on his face and pushed her tiny skirt up her thighs. She spread her legs and lifted up, letting him push her skirt to her waist. Chris looked between her legs and gasped. She wasn’t wearing panties and her pussy was already dripping. It was dark in the room, as it always was when he ate her… Melissa preferred it that way… but he could still see the soft down of her pubic hair and the glint of juice.
Suddenly, for no apparent reason, Chris began to imagine that it wasn’t Melissa’s vagina he was glaring at… it was his mother’s. His already hard penis pulsed in his pants as his shaking hands slid up her thighs, pushing them wider. He used his thumbs to open her swollen lips, revealing the pink inner flesh. As his mouth moved forward, he could see the shaven lips of his mother’s sex. His mouth watered.
“Oh yes,” Melissa gasped as Chris’s mouth found her lips. “Suck me, suck me, suck me,” she gasped.
Chris didn’t hear her. All he could think of was the fat and sexy lips that he knew were between his mother’s legs.
Melissa’s hips lifted from the sofa and her legs flew up to wrap around his shoulders.
Chris was imprisoned in her warm flesh. Her thighs covered his ears as her sex lips spread across his cheeks. He sucked the inner lips first before he plunged his tongue deep into her juicy hole. His head began to spin from taste as he lost himself between her legs. He loved to eat pussy… it was that simple. However this time, with the thoughts of his mother in his head, it was better than ever.
“Oh God,” Melissa gasped as Chris found her clit. It only took her a minute to climax. She squeezed her legs tight and grabbed his hair, pulling his face to her convulsing sex.
Chris barely noticed. Even as her climax waned, he continued to suck her.
Three or four climaxes later, Melissa pushed Chris’s head from between her legs. “Whew,” she gasped as her legs fell from his shoulders.
With a dazed look on his face, Chris sat back, running the back of his hand across his dripping mouth. For a moment he was disoriented. He looked up and saw Melissa looking strangely at him.
“God, what got into you?” she asked. “You’re always good, but that was incredible.”
Obviously Chris wasn’t going to tell her that he had been thinking of his mother. He said, “It’s because you’re going to suck me.” It was a good answer.
“Oh,” Melissa said, remembering her promise.
Chris moved up to the sofa and unzipped his pants, pulling his pants and underwear down to his ankles.
With a sigh of resignation, Melissa reached over and grasped his rampant penis.
Suddenly the room light flashed on. “Oh, I’m sorry,” Allison said. “I didn’t know that you were still here Melissa.”
“Mom!!!” Chris screamed.
Melissa’s eyes grew wide and she froze. Her sweater was still above her breasts, her legs were spread and her skirt was around her waist. With her sex still swollen and wet, and saliva on her thighs, it was obvious what they had been doing.
“Mrs. Hudson!” Melissa screamed. The young girl jumped up, pushing her skirt down and trying to cover her breasts. She ran out of the room toward the safety of the bathroom.
Chris struggled to get his pants up his thighs. “Mom, what are you doing?” he screamed angrily.
“I’m so sorry sweetie. I thought you had gone up to bed,” she lied.
“Jesus Christ.” The words spit from his lips. He buckled his belt and hurried past his mother. By the time he got to the bathroom, Melissa had fixed her clothing and was heading for the door. “Melissa,” he said reaching for her.
“Don’t!” she hissed, shrugging her shoulders away from him. She turned and hurried out of the house.
“I’ll take you home,” Chris yelled after her.
“Don’t bother. I’ll call my sister.”
The door slammed in Chris’s face.
Chris turned and stomped up the stairs to his room. He couldn’t believe what his mother had done. He was as angry as he had ever been.
Chris was still seething as he lay on the bed. He heard a tapping on his door and knew that it was his mother. He didn’t answer, but he had left the door unlocked.
It opened slowly.
“Chris,” Allison said as she peeked into the room.
Chris didn’t acknowledge her as he continued to lie on the bed with a sheet across his waist. He didn’t have a shirt on and his hands were behind his head with his eyes staring at the ceiling.
Allison came into the room. “Chris,” she whispered again as she walked over to the bed. “I’m sorry.”
Chris’s eyes, flashing daggers, turned to her. He clenched his teeth and said, “Sure you are Mother. You’re sorry you ruined everything. Are you trying to destroy my life? I’ll be the laughing stock all over school now.”
Allison suddenly felt bad. But not as bad as she should have. She sat gently on the bed next to Chris. She conjured up a tear in her eye. “I am sorry. I thought you and Melissa had left.”
“That’s a lie mother. You knew that we were still there. Why did you do it?” Suddenly Chris knew the answer; she was jealous. However, he didn’t realize that her jealousy was aimed at Melissa. “You’re jealous,” he said. “I screwed up your love nest with Jason and you wanted to punish me.”
“That’s not true!” Allison responded truthfully, fighting her own anger at his mention of Jason. “I told you it was an accident.”
“Right!” Chris paused before he said, “I’d finally talked her into… into… suc… oh fuck it!”
“Chris, don’t talk to me like that!” Allison said, raising her voice.
Chris grew silent, looking up at the ceiling again and then he closed his eyes. Suddenly he opened them again when he felt his mother’s hand on his thigh. He could feel electricity from of her hand through the thin sheet. In spite of his anger, his penis began to harden.
“I am sorry Chris. I shouldn’t have done it,” she said, calling on as much remorse as she could find. Her hand began to move idly on Chris’s thigh, squeezing and caressing him gently. “I wish I could make it up to you.”
Suddenly the room grew thick with tension.
Chris was afraid that his mother would be able to hear his heartbeat. His penis was now fully erect and pulsing, making a tent in the sheets. It hadn’t taken much to make him stiff, as he was still excited from eating Melissa. In fact, he could still smell her and taste her on his lips.
Allison’s fingers grasped the sheet and began to slowly pull it down.
Both of them watched as the sheet moved over his waist, revealing his white boxer briefs with the bulge in the center. There was already a large wet spot on the cotton from earlier activity
When the sheet was at his knees, Allison’s hand went back to his thigh, this time touching the bare flesh. Her fingernails gently scratched him in a circular motion.
Chris felt the blood rushing to his head. He watched as his mother’s soft hand continued to crawl up his thigh and then over the pulsing tent in his shorts. “Oh Jesus,” he gasped when she wrapped her fingers around his covered shaft.
Without a word, Allison began to slowly move her hand up and down, sliding the wet cotton material over the long shaft.
Chris’s mouth was open and he was gasping for breath.
Allison scooted closer to her son until she was close enough to lean over him. Her eyes met his. “I want to make it up to you,” she whispered as her lips moved closer still.
It almost appeared to Chris that his mother was going to kiss him. Then she did. Her lips touched his and his eyes closed. He couldn’t believe it. His mother had her hand wrapped around his cock and was kissing him. Without a conscious thought, his mouth opened and her tongue entered. “Mmmm,” Chris moaned and his arms came from behind his head and around his mother’s back. Suddenly their lips were devouring each other’s. A vague thought occurred to Chris… he still had Melissa’s pussy juice on his lips… he wondered if she could taste it. The thought thrilled him and almost made him climax.
Allison pressed her braless breast to her son’s chest. Her chest was heaving up and down with her own excitement.
Chris didn’t know where he was anymore… he was floating somewhere warm and wonderful… someplace he never thought he would ever go. Suddenly he felt his mother’s hand searching for the waist of his shorts. Her fingers tickled his stomach as they slipped underneath. “Mmmmpppphhhh!!!” he gasped into her mouth as her warm hand encircled the hot flesh of his penis.
“Mmmmm,” it was Allison’s turn to moan. Her hand squeezed his long shaft as her tongue plunged in and out of her son’s mouth. She was lost in the sensation as well.
It didn’t take long for Chris to feel his crisis nearing. His almost overflowing balls churned in their sacks, demanding release. He could feel it coming. He could feel his hot juice begin the journey up the shaft and wanted to warn his mother, but he couldn’t bear to pull his mouth form her soft and searching lips. Instead he moaned louder.
When Allison felt him tense, she pulled her lips from his. “That’s it. That’s it, cum for me,” she whispered as her hand moved faster.
“Ohhhhhh!!!” Chris gasped as his cum began to rocket from the head of his shaft. It blasted from the slit and across his mother’s pumping hand. Pulse after pulse sent his thick cream into his shorts.
Finally when the last drop was squeezed from his deflating penis, Allison pulled her hand from under his shorts. It was covered in her son’s sticky cream. She looked at him and stood up. “I’m sorry I messed up your evening with Melissa.”
Chris’s mouth was open again, like a fish out of water. He watched his mother leave.
Allison stepped out of the room and fell against the wall. Her heart was pounding in her chest. She couldn’t believe what she had just done… or how exciting it had been. She tried to chastise herself but the excitement still running though her veins wouldn’t allow it. She closed her eyes and tried to catch her breath.
A million things were running though her head. What was she thinking? Had she lost her mind? Had she really jerked her own son off? When she lifted her hand and saw his thick cream on her fingers she knew that it was true. She could even smell it. With a quiet moan, almost a whine, she brought the fingers to her lips. She rubbed the warm juice across her suddenly dry lips before bringing her tongue out to taste it. With a louder moan she began to lick the juice from between her fingers. Suddenly, when she swallowed, tremors began to rush through her. Her legs began to shake and finally gave out. Her body slipped down the wall until she hit the floor on her butt. An incredible climax rushed through her.
Chapter 8
The jangling alarm awoke Chris with a start the following morning. He had fallen asleep right after his mother left. It took him a moment to clear his head. When he did, the events of the previous night rushed back to him. He remembered Melissa’s anger, but far stronger was the memory of what his mother had done. He could still feel her lips on his and her hand on his cock. When he looked down, he could see the sperm that had dried on his penis and pubic hair. His penis twitched and threatened to start to grow.
He had to get up for school and dragged himself from the bed to the shower.
A few minutes later, feeling refreshed, he went downstairs. He saw his Dad at the breakfast table as usual reading the newspaper. His mother was at the stove fixing pancakes. With great trepidation he entered the kitchen.
“Morning Dad… Mom.” His father said good morning without looking over the paper. His mother turned around and looked at him. There was a look of concern on her face. Chris stared at her blankly. He wasn’t sure how she felt about last night… he wasn’t entirely sure how he felt. In spite of being uncomfortable, he found himself thinking about his mother’s kiss and how soft her lips felt. A slight smile crossed his lips. Then he saw his mother smile. They both looked at his father, but he wasn’t paying attention.
Allison walked over with a stack of pancakes and sat them on the table. “Are you and Melissa doing anything tonight for Valentine’s Day.”
Chris was surprised by the question. He had a reservation for dinner with her, but figured that it wasn’t going to happen. “I’m not sure. After last… uh… I’m not sure she is going to be able to make it now.”
“That’s too bad. I’m sure you’re Dad didn’t have anything planned for us tonight.” Allison glanced at Bradley and saw his eyes look over the paper at her.
“Sorry,” he said sheepishly. “Do you want to do anything?”
“No that’s fine,” she said. But it wasn’t fine. However, it was expected. She looked at Chris again. “Well, if Melissa blows you off,” she smiled at her use of words, “I’m available… and I have that pretty new red dress to wear.”
Chris though of the dress and remembered how his mother looked in it. “Uh… thanks Mom… I guess I’ll find out today.”
“Well, give me a call and let me know as early as you can.”
“Sure,” Chris said as he dug into a stack of pancakes. Suddenly he hoped that Melissa was still mad at him.
At school, Chris found Melissa at her locker. “Hey,” he said.
She looked at him with a scowl and didn’t respond as she pulled books from her locker.
“Listen, I’m sorry about last night… it was an accident.” When she still didn’t respond he said, “Are you going to talk to me anymore?”
Melissa sighed and turned to him. “Last night was… was the worst night of my life. I can never even look in your mother’s face again.”
“She’s cool with it now.”
“But I’m not. It’s too creepy. I think we need to take a break.”
“Fine,” Chris said. “If that’s the way you feel.”
“That’s the way I feel,” Melissa said as she stormed away in a huff.
She didn’t see the smile on Chris’s face as he dialed his cell phone.
“I’m almost ready,” Allison said when Chris knocked on her bedroom door.
“I’ll be downstairs. We have ten minutes to get to the restaurant.” Chris left his mother’s door and went downstairs. He saw his father in the living room.
“Thanks for taking your Mom out for me Chris. I guess I screwed up again,” his father said.
“No problem Dad. I don’t have a date tonight anyway.”
“Well, you got me out of a jam and I appreciate it. However, the truth is, she would probably rather go out with you then me. I’m an incredible bore.” He walked over and put a twenty-dollar bill in his hand.
“Uh thanks,” he said pocketing the cash.
At that point Chris heard something behind him and turned around. His eye opened wide when he saw his mother standing there in her new red dress. Her hair was freshly styled… almost like she had gone to the beauty salon today… and she had a pretty shade of lipstick on that matched her dress. The greenish eye shadow she was wearing emphasized the gray/green tint to her eyes. The dress was even sexier than he remembered. The bodice was cut low, revealing the soft swells of her cleavage. It hugged her hips and came down only to the upper portion of her thighs. She had on either pantyhose or nylons, Chris couldn’t tell which. On her feet were matching shoes and she carried a red purse.
“Do you still like it?” Allison said, spinning around and giving him the rear view.
Chris’s breath was taken away. It was obvious that she didn’t have anything on underneath… just like at the clothing store. That answered another question… nylons, not pantyhose. He felt a tingling between his legs.
“That looks very nice sweetheart,” Bradley said. Then he went back to reading the paper.
Allison rolled her eyes at Bradley, looked at her son and then shook her head in exasperation. “We’d better get going. Don’t wait up for us Bradley,” she added as she took her son’s arm and they walked out of the room.
Bradley’s response was a grunt.
Chris couldn’t remember ever being as excited to go on a date in his life. And he did consider it a date. He had the prettiest girl… woman… in the world on his arm. When they entered the restaurant, he noticed the envious stared of the men, and some of the women. He walked his mother proudly to the table and they sat down.
Allison ordered a glass of wine for her and a coke for Chris. Then she turned to him. “Chris, I wanted to say how sorry I was about walking in on you and Melissa. It was out of line and I shouldn’t have done it. I hope you can forgive me.”
Chris looked at his pretty mother and his heart melted. Her eyes were like pools of water and he found himself drowning in them. “Actually Mom, I would rather be here with you than Melissa.”
“You don’t have to say that. I know you would rather be with your girlfriend then you old Mom.”
“First of all mother, you’re far from old. Actually I would say that you are in you’re prime.” He remembered their conversation about when women reach their sexual peak.
“Thank you sweetheart, that’s what every woman wants to hear.
“Second, Melissa isn’t my girlfriend anymore.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she lied.
“It’s for the best. She was just a taker… always wanting me to do things to her, but never reciprocating.”
Allison reached over and grabbed her son’s hand. “Some women are like that. They don’t realize what they have until it’s gone.” She stared into his eyes with meaning. “Anyway, I know that she was a… a sexual outlet for you at least.”
“Mommm”,” Chris complained and his face colored.
“Call me Allison tonight… please.”
“All right Allison.” Chris smiled. “Anyway, she always wanted me to… to… you know, use my mouth on her, but never did it to me.” Chris paused and looked around, lowering his voice. “The truth is, I love to do it. The other night she said she was finally going to do me before yo… well, before she left.”
“Sorry again,” Allison said and smiled shyly.
“Like I said, I’d rather be with you anyway. Did I tell you how good that dress looks on you.”
“Yes you did. But you can tell me as often as you want. It’s a little tight… and these shoulder straps don’t stay up all the time.”
One of the straps had fallen down her arm to her elbow. It allowed the right corner of her bodice to slip lower.
“I’m afraid something is going to pop out if I’m not careful.”
Chris raised his eyebrows and smiled in answer.
As the evening wore on, Allison continued to drink wine until she was feeling lightheaded. She didn’t seem to pay as much attention to the strap of her gown either.
However, Chris did. He watched as more and more of her breast was revealed until he could almost see the brown of her nipple. At one point, she laughed and the remaining cover slipped lower, letting the entire nipple pop free. Chris stared and swallowed hard. His mother didn’t seem to notice. But when he saw the waiter coming he whispered, “Mom, you’re… you’re showing.”
Allison looked down and giggled, then she casually pulled the strap back up her arm.
When the waiter had brought their food and left, there was a pause in the conversation. As Chris ate his steak, he felt his mother’s foot touch his pant leg. He thought it was an accident until in went under the leg to touch his bare leg. It wasn’t an accident and she didn’t have her shoe on. Chris’ penis, which had become hard when he saw his mother’s nipple, pulsed in his pants.
They ate their meal in relative silence. When the bill was paid… Allison insisted on paying… Chris took his mother’s arm and led her to the car. When he was in the driver’s seat, he put the key into the ignition and started the car.
“Chris,” Allison said leaning toward her son, “I want to tell you what a wonderful Valentine’s Day this has been. I can’t ever remember a better one.” She reached over and placed her hand on her son’s cheek. Then she leaned toward him and brought her lips to his.
Chris moaned as their lips mashed together. He felt his mother’s tongue on his lips and opened to let it in. Then he pushed her tongue back into her mouth with his. It was her turn to moan as she sucked on it. His hand touched her shoulder, feeling the errant shoulder strap under his fingers. Deftly he pushed it to the side until it slipped down her arm. With that, the right side of her bodice fell, uncovering not only her nipple, but also the entire breast. If Allison knew it, she gave no indication as the kiss went on for a long time.
When they parted, Allison smiled at her son. “Thanks,” she said again. Then she sat back in her seat with her breast still uncovered.
Chris wasn’t sure if he should tell her or not. Then he decided to just let it alone. He pulled out of the parking lot and onto the main road. As he did, he felt his mother’s hand on his thigh. When he looked at her, she was staring forward and there was a contented smile on her face. Then he looked down and saw her exposed breast and excitement rushed through him. For the rest of the trip, Chris could barely keep the car on the road. His eyes were constantly drawn to her mother’s partial nudity. He could plainly see her soft white breast highlighted by the streetlights as they passed. Several times, cars pulled up along side of them and he was tempted to tell her. However, his youthful horniness won out.
When they finally pulled into the driveway, Chris got out and opened the door for his mother.
“Oops,” Allison said as she got out. “I guess I’m exposing myself,” she said as if she hadn’t realized it.
“Don’t pull it up for me,” Chris joked.
“All right,” she said and left the breast uncovered as they walked to the house.
Chris was beside himself with excitement now. He didn’t know what was going to happen when they got inside, but he was ready to explode.
When they reached the door, Allison turned to Chris and pressed her naked breast to him. “Kiss me,” she whispered.
He did, long and hard. His hands wrapped around her back and he pulled her to him. As his mother’s tongue entered his mouth, his hands slid down her back until they were on her thinly covered ass cheeks. He paused, waiting for admonishment. What he got was a moan. He squeezed her soft cheeks, confirming that she didn’t have panties on. He almost shot his load as he pressed his hard shaft to his mother’s stomach.
“We had better get off the porch before someone sees us,” Allison said with a giggle.
As Chris opened the door, Allison tripped and they both stumbled into the house.
Allison giggled loudly and leaned against Chris. The she put her finger to her lips and said, “Shhhhh.” She giggled again and reached down to take her high heels off. “There. Now I should be able to walk.”
Chris was too excited to even answer.
“Come on,” his mother said as she led him into the family room. “Let me check on you’re father. I’ll be right back.”
Chris was almost trembling as he watched his mother leave. He sat on the sofa in the dark unable to believe this was happening to him. After about fifteen minutes, he started to wonder if his mother was coming back or not. He started to get up and look for her when he saw her come into the room. His eyes opened wide in shock. She was wearing the white blouse and tiny skirt he had seen on her when he caught her with Jason. The only difference was that her hair was not in braids. He swallowed hard and stared.
She walked over and sat next to him. “I’m sorry you didn’t get what you wanted last night from Melissa. Maybe I can help.”
There was a ringing in Chris’s ears, making it difficult for him to understand what his mother was saying. It took him a moment to respond when her lips suddenly touched his. He moaned and opened his mouth. A second later, he felt his mother take his hand and bring it to her silk covered breast.
“Moooommm,” he moaned into her mouth.
She pulled away and said, “Allison.” Then she began to unbutton the blouse.
Chris’s penis pulsed with each button. He watched in disbelief as she opened every button and then pulled her blouse apart.
“Suck my tit,” she whispered, pulling his head down to her breast.
Chris sucked, nearly cumming in his pants. His lips devoured one nipple before moving on to the next. When he was done, both nipples were hard as rocks and dripping with is saliva. He was gasping for breath.
Allison smiled at her son and kissed his lips again. Then she whispered, “I’m going to suck your cock.”
At first Chris though he had misunderstood her. He looked at her quizzically.
“I said that I’m going to suck your cock.”
It took a mighty effort for Chris not to climax at her words.
Allison pushed her son back and reached for his pants. A moment later she had them and his underwear at his ankles. She pulled on pant leg from his foot, giving her room to slip between his knees. Then she grasped his throbbing shaft. She looked up at him and said, “Tell me what you want. I like to hear that.”
Chris licked his dry lips and swallowed. His voice sound like a squeak at first. “Suc… suck me,” he whispered.
Allison smiled and said, “Tell me more. Use nasty words.”
“Oh God Mom, suck my cock.”
“Mmmmm,” Allison moaned and scooted forward. She held his penis in her fist and looked at it. “It’s longer than Jason’s,” she whispered to herself. Then she pulled the head down and began to lick it.
“Oh God Mom… I can’t hold… oh Jesus,” Chris gasped.
Allison grabbed the base of his penis and squeezed hard. She held it tight until the throbbing stopped.
Chris sighed and looked at his mother in amazement. He didn’t know that that was possible; she had stopped him from climaxing.
After a moment or two, Allison resumed licking her son. Her tongue ran up and down the shaft as her hand held it tight. She was careful not to touch the head yet.
Soon Chris was going mad with desire. “Please Mom… uh Allison,” he gasped and grabbed her head.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to suck me,” he said more forcefully than the first time.
“I’m not convinced.”
“Goddamn it suck my cock,” he gasped and pulled his mother’s head toward his throbbing penis.
Allison moaned loudly, opened her mouth and paused above his throbbing penis.
“Suck my cock bitch,” Chris said, realizing what his mother liked. “You are such a na… nasty cock sucker.” He heard the words come out of his mouth before he could stop them. He froze, wondering how she was going to react. He still remembered the slap.
Allison paused and looked up at her son, her eyes filled with lust. Then she moaned and took the swollen head between her lips and sucked.
“Oh Jesus,” Chris moaned. His hips humped up as he held his mother’s head. “Suck it, suck it, suck it, you nasty cock sucker.” It was just like in his dream.
The words ignited Allison. She moaned deep in her throat and sucked him hard. Then she looked up at him. At the same time she began a downward movement until the head of his penis was at the opening to her throat. With a deep breath, she pushed harder letting the large head slip through her constricted throat canal.
Chris watched in amazement as his cock disappeared down his mother’s throat, inch by inch until her lips were in his pubic hair. Her eyes were still on him and he could see them tearing up. It had obviously been a difficult task to get his long penis down her throat. Chris could feel his balls churning and he had to close his eyes or risk cumming. He could feel the tight muscles of his mother’s throat caressing every inch of his shaft. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before.
Allison held him in as long as she could before pulling back to breathe. Then she went down again. Over and over she took him into her throat; his long penis touching places that Jason could never reach. It was such a turn-on for her that she had to fight not to climax herself.
Chris held her hair, helping her to move up and down. He wanted it to last forever, but he couldn’t take much more. “Mo… Allison, I can’t take much more,” he warned.
Allison’s answer was to close her eyes and moan. She took him deep again. Then she felt him tense, she pulled up and held the head in her mouth. Her hand pumped the shaft.
“Oh God, oh God, here it comes… ahhhhhhh!!!” His balls felt like they were going to explode. They pumped his juice up the shaft in great quantities. At the end of the line, it blasted from the slit and into his mother’s waiting mouth.
Allison held her mouth still, letting it fill with her son’s sweet juice. It finally stopped just as her cheeks had stretched to the maximum. Then she pulled back, closing her mouth quickly.
Chris looked down at his mother with lust-fogged eyes. Then he watched as she opened her mouth. It was just like his dream again. It had to be a dream. He could see that her mouth was almost overflowing with his thick white seed. A trickle bubbled over at the corner of her mouth and ran down her chin.
Allison closed her mouth quickly and swallowed… once, twice, three times. On the third swallow, she leaned forward and grasped her son’s thighs tightly. Her fingernails dug deeply into him as her body shook.
Chris looked on in amazement as his mother climaxed from swallowing his juice alone. She almost fell to the floor as convulsion racked her body. It seemed to go on for a long time… much longer than his climax had.
Finally Allison sat up. Then she wiped her mouth with a trembling hand and stood up. She swayed for a moment before she caught her balance. “You have to get to bed. You have school tomorrow.”
Chris felt a tremble go through his body as he watched his incredible mother walk out of the room.
Chapter 9
As had happened a lot lately, Chris was in a daze the next morning when he got up. He knew what happened last night wasn’t a dream… it had been unbelievable, but not a dream. For the first time, he found that he felt guilty. It almost seemed that he had taken advantage of his mother. She had obviously had too much to drink last night and he could have stopped things before they went too far. Unfortunately, he hadn’t had the moral character and now he feared that his mother would somehow hate him.
These thoughts were running through his mind when he came down to breakfast. Like always, his mother was fixing breakfast and his father was reading the newspaper. He came in silently and sat down. When his mother turned around, he found he couldn’t read her face. Was she mad, sad, or was she okay with what happened?
“Aren’t you going to say good morning?” Allison said.
Bradley brought his paper down and looked at Chris then returned to reading.
“Good morning,” he said in a monotone voice.
“Thanks for a wonderful evening Chris. You were a perfect gentleman.”
Chris looked at his mother with surprise. I took advantage of her and made her suck my cock and I was a gentleman? he thought. “Uh… thanks… I had fun too.”
Allison put scrambled eggs and sausage on the table and sat down. “Chris, do you have a little time tonight? We need to discuss a few things.”
Uh oh, Chris thought, here it comes. “Uh… sure.”
“Good. I’ve got to run now… have a big meeting this morning. Bye Bradley,” she said and leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. Then she leaned over Chris. First she turned her head toward Bradley and made sure the paper was still in front of his face, then she kissed Chris on the lips. It was anything but a motherly kiss. Her lips were soft, wet and warm, and filled with promise. Her tongue touched his lips for an instant.
In spite of the fact that Chris was sitting at the table in front of his father, he returned the kiss, opening his mouth for her tongue. Electricity rushed through him.
Allison pulled away quickly and said, “See you this evening sweetheart.”
For the rest of the day Chris was on an emotional roller coaster. He would think about last night and get an erection. Then he would chastise himself for taking advantage of his own mother. Yet, she didn’t seem to be mad at him. In fact, he could still feel her lips on his. Then he thought that maybe she would just chalk it up as a mistake and tell them that they couldn’t do it anymore. That was a worst-case scenario to him. When he thought of that he felt like crying.
Chris was so distracted that he got detention that afternoon and missed lacrosse practice.
When he got home, he was almost relieved that his mother wasn’t there yet. He spent the time in his room working on homework and worrying about their coming discussion.
Dinner was relatively quiet. Chris’s father talked about some research that he had been chosen for by the College. It would mean he would have to be on the road for several months this summer.
When Chris looked at his mother, there was strange half-smile on her face.
After dinner, Bradley went to his study and Allison did the dishes. Chris sat in the family room watching TV.
“Chris, are you free to talk now?” Allison asked as she came into the family room a few minutes later.
“I’m not free, but I’m reasonable,” he joked. His mother didn’t smile.
“Maybe we had better go down to the club room where it will be a little more private.”
“Okay,” Chris said and preceded his mother through the door and downstairs. She turned and locked the door.
Allison sat on the sofa and patted the seat next to her. When Chris sat down, she moved closer to him and took his hand. “Chris,” she said, “You know what we did yesterday, and the day before, was very dangerous and, in fact, wrong.”
Chris wanted to cry. “Yes,” he whispered. “I’m sorry,” he added, still feeling that he had taken advantage of his mother.
Allison looked at her son with surprise. “There’s nothing to be sorry about. We are both adults… and I do consider you an adult now… and we both should know better.”
Chris remained silent.
“If we are going to do anything like that again, we have to be very, very careful. If your father ever caught us… well, I don’t want to think about that.”
“Huh?” Chris said in complete surprise.
“I said we have to be very careful if…”
He interrupted her and said, “You mean… you mean… we… you and me can… you know.”
“Well, yes. But it can’t go any further then it already has. I mean we can’t… can’t actually go all the way.”
“Really?” Chris said with his eyes wide as saucers. “You’ll suc… you know…”
“Yes,” Allison said and actually blushed.
“Oh my God Mom,” Chris said and was surprised to find tears coming to his eyes. “I thought… I thought you were going to say…”
“Say that we couldn’t do anything anymore?”
“Yes.”
“Well, believe me, I thought of that. What we did was crazy. But when I really thought about it, it all seemed to make sense. You see with my… my libido, it’s likely that I will find someone like Jason again. It seems that relative to what we did, another affair would be far more dangerous. I mean… I think about emotional entanglements, the possibility of diseases, etc. You and I doing things seem somehow harmless… as long as we have restrictions. I know that that’s sounds crazy and dangerous as well, but the alternative is even more risky.”
Chris was suddenly flabbergasted. He didn’t know what to say. On one hand he wanted to jump for joy like a five-year-old at Christmas. On the other, his mother said he was an adult. He chose to restrain himself.
“Now, give me a kiss.”
With a wide smile, Chris leaned toward his mother and kissed her lips softly. She reached behind his head and pulled his mouth to hers forcefully.
Chris took a chance and reached his hand up and touched his mother’s breast. When she moaned, he took that as approval and cupped her mature breast in his open hand. Soon the two of them were squirming on the sofa and kissing like horny teenagers. Chris’s hand found the opening to her blouse and slipped inside. He moaned when his hand snaked down under her bra.
The sounds of the two kissing grew in the otherwise quiet room.
However, when Chris dropped his hand to his mother’s thigh, she grabbed his hand and pulled her lips from his.
“Behave. That’s a no no,” she said with a smile. “Now, I have some work to do. I’ll stop by to tuck you in bed after your father goes to sleep.”
With a last peck on the lips, Allison got up and let her excited son sitting in the basement with a hard on.
Chris was almost going crazy in anticipation, as he lay naked in his bed waiting for his mother to “tuck him in.” His penis was already hard and tenting the sheet. He was afraid to touch it for fear that he would climax. When he finally saw the door open he almost sighed with relief.
Allison stepped into the room wearing a short purple silk bathrobe. It was tied at the waist, holding the shiny material together.
Chris eyes stared at his mother as she moved toward him. He could see her unencumbered breasts giggle as she walked, telling him that she didn’t have a bra on. Her nipples were already hard and poking through the material. His penis throbbed and juice dripped onto his stomach.
“Whew, I thought he would never go to sleep,” Allison said as she came over to the bed and sat down. Then she looked down and saw the raised sheet and smiled. “You’re obviously glad to see me.”
“Yes,” Chris answered almost breathlessly. Then he watched as his mother’s hand reached out to grasp his erection. “Ohhh!” he moaned.
“Let me see it,” she said and quickly pulled the sheet to his knees. “Oh my!” she gasped. Her hand took possession of the throbbing shaft.
“Mom… be… be careful,” Chris warned.
She smiled and turned to crawl onto the bed to kneel between his legs. Then she placed both hands gently on his penis, running them slowly up and down.
“Mom… can I… can I see your… your breasts,” Chris stuttered.
Allison looked at her son and smiled. “I don’t see why not. With that she shrugged the robe from her shoulders, letting it fall down her arms. She paused with the top section of her breasts exposed. Then she pushed her arms together, lifting her two orbs for him.
Chris moaned as his eyes stared at the soft swells of flesh. Then he watched as his mother slowly untied the belt and let the robe come open. “Oh God,” he moaned. Now both breasts were on display.
Allison lifted her breasts with both hands, as if holding them out to her son. “My nipples are really sensitive,” she said and tweaked them between her thumb and forefingers. Her eyes closed and a little moan escaped her lips. When she opened them again, they were filled with fire. “I want to suck your cock now sweetie. I want you to cum in my mouth.” With that she dropped her head and stuck out her tongue. First she ran it up and down the shaft, collecting the stream of juice running from the head. Then she circled the ridge with the tip, making the fat shaft throb. Finally she took the head into her mouth.
Chris squeezed his eyes shut, trying desperately not to cum. He could feel his mother’s tongue going wild on the head of his penis. Then she used her teeth to gently bit the head. “Oh God Mom,” Chris gasped in warning.
Slowly Allison took the long shaft to the back of her throat. When the swollen head reached the breach she paused and took a breath. Then she pushed down hard, taking the entire shaft into her throat.
“Ohhhhhh Goddddd!!!” Chris screamed. He felt the juice in his balls boiling over. Suddenly, there was no stopping him. His hips lifted from the bed, pushing his penis deeper into his mother’s throat. His sperm blasted from the head and down her throat.
When Allison realized that Chris was cumming, she quickly pulled back. She didn’t want it to go down her throat where she couldn’t taste it. Instead, she wanted it in her mouth where she could savor it. She grabbed the shaft tight in her fist and pumped it. The second, third and fourth volleys filled her mouth and coated her tongue with the strong flavor of his sperm. She sealed her lips around the crown, insuring that nothing escaped. When she had the last drop of his juice in her mouth, she swished it around inside, insuring that every taste bud got its fair share. Then she swallowed slowly, letting the thick cream coat the back of her throat on its journey to her stomach. It was hot, sticky and tasted bitter sweet… but most importantly it was from her son’s balls. She began to climax
Chris could feel his mother trembling, but the after-pleasure of his climax was too great for him to pay much attention. He vaguely remembered her kissing his lips before the left the room.
Chapter 10
Chris Hudson’s world had changed in ways he could have never imagined. A few weeks ago he was a typical teenager, trying to get into his girlfriend’s pants, partying with his friends, and playing lacrosse for his high school team. Suddenly he was a more mature, if still young man that was more than a little infatuated with his thirty eight-year-old mother. He no longer cared that he didn’t have a girlfriend. In addition, lacrosse, always his first love, didn’t mean that much to him any more either. His days were filled with daydreams of his beautiful mother and the anticipation of the last hour of the evening when she would come to him and please him with her mouth.
He wasn’t sure about all mothers, especially considering the way some of his friends talked about theirs, but he thought that his was amazing. In all his young life he always believed that it was the guys whose libidos were off the scales. However, after watching his mother’s enthusiasm and desire to suck him and her climaxes from giving him oral sex alone, he wondered if he had misjudged the female population. It was a real education for him and he wondered if all women were like his mother on some level. Actually though he didn’t care if all women loved sex; he only cared about his mother now. He loved the fact that she was just as anxious to participate in sex as he was. It seemed that both of their desires were growing by the day. He didn’t know where it was all going but he loved the ride.
Over the first several weeks, he and his mother established a ritual. During the day, they would try to control their urges, although that didn’t always work because a look or touch would send them hurrying to the basement or some private alcove where she would get on her knees and suck him dry. However, most of the time, they waited until she came to his room at night.
On one occasion, Chris decided to see how far his mother would let him go. He had seen his share of porn movies and like all guys liked it when the guy would cum in the woman’s face. While he thought it was probably just a guy thing, he thought he would try it on his mother. It happened one evening when had been kneeling over his mother with her sucking him. As he neared climax, he pulled his penis from her mouth and held it tight in his hand.
By : rgjohn