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Jill
by Solrac (fast_sol@yahoo.com)

***

Verbal banter becomes a challenge for her son. (F/m-
teen, nc, inc)

***

Hopeless...

Chris was growing quickly for his age. His life was 
full of the typical teenage adventures and problems, a 
body that was flooded with hormones causing most of 
them.

The alarm had rung some time ago and his mom had yelled 
for him to get moving twice. He stretched and rolled 
out of bed, the virtually permanent erection of a 
teenager bouncing and leading the way as he headed for 
the bathroom to take his shower. He threw his clothes 
on for school still half-asleep. It had been a long 
week last week with exams and playing ball. The next 
couple weeks should be a breeze, he thought, school's 
almost out for the summer. He planned to work on some 
local farms and part time at a garden center. 

He ran down the stairs and walked to the kitchen, still 
rubbing the sleep from his eyes. His mother stood at 
the sink rinsing off a few dishes. Cereal sounded fine 
this morning and Chris leaned forward around his mom 
trying to reach for the cereal box in the cabinet above 
her. With one hand opening the door and the other 
reaching for the box he stumbled, unable to maintain 
his already poor balance. 

Jill Morgan was a Realtor with a large commercial 
property oriented company. At 37 Jill was still very 
young looking and considered a successful woman at 
work. She had to go in early today and was already 
dressed in her usual business suit, skirt and white 
blouse. Her jacket was hung on a nearby chair. Jill's 
week had not been a great one as there were seemingly 
always problems to be dealt with. Her mind was already 
working on some ideas that she had to correct a few of 
these.

As Chris reached one legged and one armed for the 
cereal he fell against her. He grabbed for the counter 
top and his youthful erection pressed firmly against 
her rounded cheeks. Accident or not, each was acutely 
conscious of the sexual nature of the contact. Jill 
felt her face redden as she tried to move away. 

"Dammit Chris!" Jill yelled.

Chris struggled to regain his balance and straighten 
up. Throwing his shoulders back to move away he pressed 
even harder against her.

"Jeez, sorry, mom, I was just trying to reach in and 
grab the cereal." He braced himself for her angry 
reply.

"Watch where you're putting that thing," Jill snapped.

She immediately blushed realizing what she had said and 
was further embarrassed by the sharpness of her retort. 
She saw the startled look on his face.

"I'm sorry baby, I just have a lot of things on my 
mind. Next time just be sure you're a little more under 
control when you reach for something Chris. Don't be in 
such a hurry. You could have waited a minute or asked 
me." 

She turned away but Chris saw her cheeks were flushed 
with anger or embarrassment, which he wasn't sure.

"Ok mom, next time I'll watch it... and go slower" he 
retorted. 

He was a little surprised at her sharp response but 
even more so at his reply.

"Now why in the hell had he opened his big mouth and 
said something so stupid," he thought. "He was only 
going to make it worse." 

His mom didn't respond, she only looked up at him out 
of the corner of her eyes. He ate his breakfast quickly 
and hurried out the door to school.

Jill finished rinsing the dishes. She could still feel 
the impression of him against her derričre. She paused 
and laughed at herself. It had been quite awhile since 
she had experienced something like that, remembering 
when her husband used to slip up behind her at the sink 
and hug her, with a similar accompanying impression.

It seemed like all she had time to do was work. 
Commercial property was male dominated and she was 
struggling to find acceptance and succeed. Her ex-
husband, Thomas, was a lawyer and spent too much time 
on his practice. Jill wondered if she had used that as 
an excuse to spend so much time with her work. They 
just seemed to pass in the night and that hadn't been 
often enough to save their marriage. It wasn't always 
like that. There were times she ached for those 
intimate moments that they had. Like those little 
moments at the sink.

Sighing to herself she considered, oh well, she always 
had her big pillow. But it still didn't take the place 
of, and her face flushed warm again as she remembered 
Chris falling against her. She was shocked and chided 
herself for the thought. Jill scolded herself for her 
sharp words to Chris and remembered his brusque reply. 
Oh well, he'll get over it.

Finishing the dishes and cleaning the table, she set 
off for work.

Chris had never considered his mom in a sexual manner. 
Well, he thought it was pretty cool checking out her 
panties and bra in the clothes hamper once. Although he 
had never really thought sexually about her before, 
Pandora's box had been opened and now his interest was 
piqued. At the end of the day, while walking home, he 
was unable to remember a single thing that had 
occurred; the whole day at school was a total blank. 

He walked in the house and he didn't expect his mom for 
a couple hours. They rarely ate before six and then 
often ate carryout as her work left little time for 
cooking.

He threw his books on the bed and thought about what he 
wanted to do. He slipped into his Mom's room and looked 
around. Moving to her dresser he slid open the top 
right drawer. He slipped his fingers over the smooth 
nylon and cotton material of her panties. He held a 
pair up and tried to picture his mom wearing them. 
"Damn," he mumbled as his imagination pictured her, his 
eyes closed, his mind slipped to the next logical and 
provocative picture. Chris carefully laid the panties 
back in the drawer and closed it.

He started to turn away, then opened several others. In 
the top left one he found her vibrator in back behind 
her hose and socks. He stared agape at the smooth life 
like latex. Holding it in his hand, suddenly realizing 
where it had been, the image of his mom with it burned 
into his mind. He carefully laid it back in the drawer 
and picked up a little bottle of lubricant. It had been 
opened so he knew she had used it. 

He closed the drawer. Pausing, he reopened the drawer 
to remember exactly how everything lay.

His heart pounding, he went back to his room, quickly 
undressed and went to the shower to relieve the 
tremendous erection he now had.

Jill came home with some supper and they sat quietly 
eating. She asked about school and his plans for the 
summer. Chris watched her, his glances no longer the 
same ones of the days before. He had never noticed the 
smooth curve of her hips or the softness of her thighs 
as her skirt rode higher when she sat at the table. He 
had never noticed the bounce or shake of her ass before 
as she walked across the room or stood at the sink 
washing dishes. He gaped as she stretched and her 
breasts pressed tightly against her blouse.

Later after their evening baths he could barely keep 
his eyes from the impressions her nipples were making 
through her robe and blatantly gazed as her robe fell 
open for a moment and he could see them clearly 
outlined through her old nightshirt.

That night he did something he would have never dreamed 
of. With his eyes closed and his hand moving smoothly 
over his hard aching cock, he thought of his Mom. The 
thought of the feel of his cock against her that 
morning. As he came in almost painful spurts, her image 
raced through his mind..."  

The following morning, even though Chris tortured 
himself with thoughts of the previous night, he didn't 
have the nerve to press against her again. Chris sat at 
the table and watched his mom. Jill washed the plates 
and cups, her skirt lightly swaying over her hips. Soon 
he was wishing he had tried the cereal box routine 
again this morning. He silently vowed that the next day 
he would live up to what he had said, yet knowing he 
would probably be too afraid to.

Jill had noticed that Chris hadn't eaten his usual bowl 
of cereal this morning and only had toast and jelly. 
The reason suddenly came to her. 

She sat down across from him and looking over her 
coffee asked with a tiny smirk, "No cereal this morning 
Chris?"

He blushed, mumbling, "uh... no Mom not today," but 
then seeing the look on her face he realized she was 
chivying him. He looked her deliberately in the eye and 
clenching his jaw added, "Tomorrow, maybe I'll have 
some tomorrow." 

It was Jill's turn to blush as she looked away. "Good 
God, Jill" she said to herself, "what kind of a thought 
is that. You're feeling neglected because your own son 
didn't press his dick against the cheeks of your ass 
again?"

She shook off such an image and shouted her good-byes 
as she quickly rushed out of the house, glad that the 
drive to work would keep her mind occupied.

Chris sat for awhile at the table. He finally grabbed 
his books thinking he was going to be late and dashed 
out the door.

It had been a frantic day at work for Jill and she was 
tired. Her head was pounding and she carelessly bathed 
and threw on her nightshirt and panties. It was still 
early as she walked into the living room where Chris 
was watching TV.

"Chris, my head is killing me and I'm going on to bed. 
Don't stay up too late, you have school tomorrow."

She leaned down to kiss him on the forehead telling him 
good night. She went to the bathroom and took a couple 
cold PM capsules and went on to bed.

Chris was still holding his breath. His cock was 
throbbing. His Mom had just carelessly walked in with 
her old thin nightshirt and panties and no robe. As she 
bent down to kiss him goodnight he even got a quick 
glimpse of her pink nipples. 

He would never have looked or even given second thought 
before, but now he slipped up to the bathroom for his 
shower. Once more he repeated the act of the previous 
night, but this time there was no confusion as his hand 
pounded back and forth over his hard cock and he 
groaned a whisper as huge spurts of cum mixed with the 
deluge of water... "Mom, mom, oh God mom..."

Wednesday morning dawned bright and sunny. Chris was 
out of bed at the first sound of his alarm. He took a 
quick shower, and started to dress. He struggled to 
keep his morning erection in his boxers. He slipped his 
sweat pants on and held his erection against his 
abdomen with the elastic of his sweats. He pulled a 
tee-shirt and sweat shirt over to hide it. With the 
sweat pants holding him up the tip of his cock was 
almost touching his navel.

He took a deep breath gathering his nerve for what he 
was determined to do. He didn't want to change his 
schedule too much or his mom would get suspicious, 
besides if he were too early she wouldn't be at the 
sink. He arrived in the kitchen at the precise moment 
his mother rinsed the first cup. 

He watched her carefully as he walked toward the sink, 
waiting for her to turn around, but her thoughts were 
at work.

This time Chris lined up directly behind Jill before 
leaning forward. His aim was flawless. His hard cock 
pressed between the smooth globes of his mother's 
finely curved flesh. As he leaned forward allowing his 
weight to press himself harder against her, he raised 
to his toes reaching in the cabinet. The movement 
mocked an age-old rhythm against her cheeks.

Jill gasped at the blatant contact. Her voice failed 
her and she could only stand unmoving as he retrieved 
his cereal and very slowly disengaged from his 
obviously sexual thrust. The hard impression between 
her cheeks burned into her even as he moved away.

Before she could recover her composure, he had moved to 
the table and poured the cereal into his bowl. She 
swung around to face him. Her lips opened for the 
strong rebuke she was about to deliver then recalled 
what she had previously said and his flippant reply. 
Her own fault she thought, maybe I provoked it.

Jill was able only to bitingly reply, "Were you able to 
reach everything today Chris?"

"Yeah, thanks, mom, I got everything."

"Yes, well, I hope you got what you wanted."

Jill was stunned by her comment, even with her sarcasm. 
She had no idea why she had said anything that gave 
accepting acknowledgment to his actions. Why hadn't she 
just slapped him?

Chris couldn't believe she wasn't beating him or 
screaming for what he had done and had even implied 
that she was aware it wasn't an accident.

There was a cold silence, neither spoke and Chris 
quickly left for school.

School was a worse drag than the day before had been. 
He wondered how his mother would treat him during the 
evening. He figured he was due to really be in some 
trouble for this morning. He smiled to himself, knowing 
he got even for her teasing and now whatever she did 
about it, it had been worth it.

After Chris left for school, Jill had about thirty 
minutes until she too had to leave for work. She moved 
as though in a fog. She was having a difficult time 
accepting the fact that her own son had made a sexual 
advance to her. Even more trouble understanding why she 
hadn't slapped him or grounded him. She had little 
doubt that the first time on Monday had been an 
accident, but there was no mistaking the episode today 
for anything but what it was. Chris had deliberately 
pressed his erection against her, even going so far as 
pushing upward after the initial contact to increase 
the sexual connotation of his movements.

Her first reaction was shock, astonishment at what 
Chris was doing to her. For the next few seconds she 
had been too involved in the feeling of it against her 
to think of anything else. Finally she had to admit to 
herself that the hardness pressing against her cheeks 
was her sixteen-year-old son's cock, and it was no 
accident. But her real concern was her immediate 
response.

She had been angry the first time, shocked, but then 
taunted him to cover up her anger. Not expecting him to 
really come back, this morning left her completely 
unnerved. She sat with her coffee trying to calm 
herself. Her face flushed with embarrassment and shame. 
She had a warm ache in her hips, and her own son had 
sparked the response. She could still feel the 
impression, burning against her skin. 

Afterwards, her knees had been weak, and rather than 
finish the dishes, she had grabbed her coffee and sat 
down at the table. It was her fault. She should have 
ignored him, not tried to cover her own embarrassment 
and anger with a childish taunt. What should she have 
expected? But why, why would he do this to her?

"I'm fine," Jill thought. "I've had a hard couple of 
days this week and it's just catching up to me." And 
immediately the unbidden thought, "My God it was so 
hard." She buried her face in her hands wondering why 
in the hell she thought of that. Jill planned on 
getting to bed early this weekend and getting lots of 
sleep. Sounded like a perfect weekend to put all this 
to rest.

The phone rang; it was her best friend, Jane, begging 
Jill to meet her after work and help pick out a new 
dress for a party she was planning on attending. Jill 
accepted immediately. It would mean she would be out 
when Chris got home and he would be in his room for the 
night by the time she got back from Jane’s. She wasn't 
sure she could face him; she really didn't know how to 
handle this morning's incident.

Chris too was relieved to find his mother gone for the 
evening. He wasn't sure how to respond if she 
challenged him on the incident during breakfast. But as 
luck would have it, he saw a movie was going to be on 
TV that he had been waiting to see. It started at 9:00 
and went until 11:00. Without giving it another 
thought, he stayed up to watch it. As the movie was 
ending, his mother arrived home. Chris couldn't face 
her and kept his eyes glued to the screen. 

"Chris, you going to bed?" Jill asked.

"Yeah, about eleven thirty," Chris responded. He still 
didn't face her.

Jill walked around the chair he was sitting in and 
stood between him and the TV.

"I don't understand this little game you're playing in 
the mornings young man." It wasn't exactly the words 
she meant to say. Somehow they didn't come out right. 
She had gone over it in her mind exactly how she was 
going to scold him. 

"I was just playin around mom, I'm sorry."

She studied him for a moment. Her voice dropped to 
hushed tones. "You'd better watch what you are doing. 
It's not a game and I'm sorry if I let you think for a 
moment that it was."

For the first time he looked at her. "What?"

"You heard me. You had better think about what you are 
doing carefully." Jill turned and went to her bedroom.

Chris tossed and turned until the wee hours thinking 
over his mother's comments. But there was little doubt 
in his mind he would do it again. It had become a game, 
no; it had become more than a game. A test of wills and 
he wanted to win, but wasn't even sure what it was that 
he was going to win. He wasn't even sure he understood 
her remarks. But she would have to stop him. It would 
be her will against his.

Thursday, he again rose early and dressed. He was 
anxious to get to the kitchen. He was hoping her little 
talk would make her think he wouldn't try anything this 
morning. Finally he went down the hall and entered the 
kitchen. His mother was just leaving the table. She 
stopped in the middle of the room. 

"Good morning, honey, you're up early this morning," 
she said, with a slightly forced smile.

"I couldn't sleep. I guess I was looking forward to 
getting started today."

"Would you like me to get your cereal?" Jill asked.

"No, that's okay, mom. I can get it myself."

But Chris didn't move toward the cereal shelf. He stood 
leaning against the doorway into the kitchen.

"Well, alright Chris; get the box you want."

Chris hesitated then stood rooted to the floor. 

Jill continued to stand in the middle of the kitchen 
waiting for Chris to get his cereal. Starting to feel 
silly and foolish standing there and surprising 
herself, she quietly carried her dish and cup from the 
table to the counter. Leaning against the sink front, 
she began running water into the sink. Her words last 
night had ended this foolishness.

Chris walked to the table and stood by his chair. He 
waited a couple minutes hoping she would think he 
wasn't going to do anything. As she became distracted 
with the dishes and the news on the radio he moved 
toward the cabinets. As he walked by Chris found 
himself directly behind his mom, her form bent over the 
sink rinsing the cups. It took him another second to 
make up his mind, to gather his nerve. Then throwing 
caution to the wind he turned and stepped forward. The 
very thought of what he was about to do and the fact 
that his mother had gone to the sink when she could 
have continued to wait him out in the middle of the 
room, caused him to become even harder. 

Chris leaned against his mother's fleshy rear-end. He 
heard her gasp, a quick intake of breath, her hands 
slapped against the sink as his rigid hardness pushed 
between her cheeks. This time he knew she was aware he 
was doing it on purpose rather than by accident and 
could stop it if she wished.

As his hand reached the cereal box, he rode up and down 
his mother's cheeks. Chris risked everything by moving 
in a sensual motion between them. But he had gone too 
far to be denied. Jill had stopped rinsing the dishes 
and stood with her head tilted down almost in a stance 
of submission. In fact for a moment, he thought he felt 
her pressing back against him. He continued his sexual 
advances against his mother for much longer than 
previous incidents until he felt her tremble.

Finally sanity returning he grabbed the cereal box and 
pulled away from the softness of her curved cheeks. He 
heard her sigh and straighten up and after pausing, 
Jill began to again rinse the dishes as she had in the 
past. She didn't turn to look at him or speak to him.

He ate quickly in the ensuing silence. Finally he 
finished. He put a finishing touch to the morning by 
doing something he seldom had done since he became a 
teenager. He walked to the sink and kissed his mother 
on the cheek. 

"Bye, mom, see you tonight."

He heard her gasp at his kiss and she turned her head 
and looked him in the eye.

"Good-bye, Chris, We'll talk when you get home."

He couldn't read the look in her eyes, but it certainly 
didn’t look encouraging. He knew he was in for it when 
she got home that evening. He hoped that was all it was 
going to be.

Jill was stunned by the morning's events. She was well 
aware she could have waited until Chris got his cereal 
before she moved to the sink. The seconds ticked by and 
she felt incredibly silly standing there like that in 
the middle of the kitchen. She didn't think. Surely he 
wouldn't try that again. But by not waiting she had 
opened herself up to the contact. 

She tried to excuse her actions that she didn't have 
time to wait, that she had to get the dishes rinsed and 
get ready for work. But that didn't explain the sudden 
nervousness, the weakness in her knees when she saw 
Chris waiting by the door for her to go to the sink. It 
didn't explain why she was moist at this very moment or 
the warm ache in her hips. It also didn't explain the 
well of tears filling her eyes.

The question she was afraid to ask herself was, what 
she was going to do about her fifteen-year-old son 
humping her every morning at breakfast. An unbidden 
thought flashed through her mind chilling her... 
mothers didn't do that with their sons. 

All day she was in a confused state, making errors she 
would never have made. Every time she sat down in her 
office chair she thought she felt him pressing against 
her. Tears filled the corners of her eyes, unsure if it 
was her son's actions or her lack of response that 
frustrated her so. By the time she drove into the 
driveway at home she was able to think of nothing else. 
She wasn't prepared for Chris arriving at the same 
time, as a friend dropped him off at the end of the 
drive. 

Chris walked up to his mother and took hold of her door 
just as she tried to step out of her car. His eyes fell 
to her thighs as her skirt slid up. Her pantyhose were 
sheer and her creamy thighs demanded his gaze. Jill was 
unable to recover from her actions by lifting her other 
leg quick enough to close herself, so for what seemed 
to them both like minutes, but were in reality seconds, 
she was open to his searching eyes. In the past he 
would have turned away, but now he couldn't tear his 
gaze from her displayed charms.

"If you like looking at my panties that much, when I 
take them off I'll give them to you. Or were you 
expecting a view of something else?" Jill said with 
more than a touch of irritation in her voice.

"I'm sorry mom, I'm sorry, really I am, but I couldn't 
help it, it's just... I don't know... you're not like a 
mom, or other moms, I think you're beautiful. I just 
can’t stop looking at you."

Jill was stunned. Of all the things Chris could have 
said he had blurted out the one thing that could cool 
her anger. He hadn't tried to lie out of it or come up 
with a smart remark, but had told her exactly how he 
felt. She had always taught him to tell the truth and 
take your punishment. 

Jill looked away as she whispered, "But, honey, are you 
forgetting I'm your mother? What's been happening 
lately isn't proper behavior between a mother and her 
son."

"Mom, you told me to be careful about what I'm doing. 
That it's not a game. Well I'm sure of what I'm doing."

"Chris, I didn't really mean that. What you're thinking 
just can't happen, honey, it just can't."

Jill suddenly realized that all during their talk she 
had never closed her legs. God, it was no wonder he was 
acting like he was. She stood up, pushed the car door 
shut and fled toward the house. The situation had 
gotten out of hand and her feelings were getting in the 
way of her morals.

Friday morning Jill had an early meeting. She dressed 
quickly and left before Chris was up. She was thankful 
she had postponed another incident or confrontation 
with her son. Tomorrow was Saturday; maybe she would 
get a chance to cool down his raging hormones before 
things got totally out of hand.

Chris ate his breakfast in silence and the whole day at 
school he was edgy and hard to get along with. His best 
friend called him a jerk. Chris of course didn't try to 
explain. What could he say; "I'm mad because I didn't 
get to push my dick against my mother's ass?"

Neither spoke during dinner that night. When he was 
finished he went straight to his room. His mother had 
put on a robe that reached from her ankles to her chin. 
He wasn't likely to get any views of her anyway. He 
went to bed looking forward to morning.

As Chris walked into the kitchen the next morning Jill 
was sitting at the kitchen table drinking her coffee. 
She shook with tension when Chris came through the 
doorway.

"You're up early for a Saturday," she said, really not 
expecting him up for a couple more hours.

Her gaze flicked to his pajama bottoms looking for his 
erection. Her mouth went dry, but her knees shifted. 
"God," she thought, "I'm like a teenager, thinking 
about sex when a male walks by." But she wasn't ready 
for sex, well at least she shouldn't be, this was 
Chris.

Trying to break the mood Chris lamely spoke, "Hey mom, 
schools out in a couple weeks. It's great. We'll be 
done and "That... that... that's all folks." I'll be 
getting up extra early in the morning to go to work at 
the garden store and other days a little later to go 
bale hay and straw. I won't be getting up at the same 
time as you go to work."

Chris had stopped just inside the door. He glanced once 
at the cereal cabinet but didn't bother to move in that 
direction.

Jill was acutely aware of his actions and kept telling 
herself she would not give him any opportunity to force 
himself against her. If he thought she was going to get 
his cereal for him, he had another thing coming. As he 
leaned against the door frame she asked what his plans 
were for the day and then gave some thought to her own 
plans.

The phone jarred Jill out of her thoughts, and without 
thinking she rose and went to answer it. The phone was 
mounted on the cabinet end next to the window by the 
sink. She stopped in front of the cabinet and pulled 
the white receiver to her ear. It was Jane, anxious to 
tell her about the party she was going to. Jill leaned 
on the cabinet looking out the window as Jane cajoled 
her trying to get her to join in. 

Chris was surprised by the thin, filmy, gown his mother 
was wearing. He knew she hadn't expected him up this 
early. It was pale orange and her French style briefs 
were plainly visible underneath, the gown fell just 
below her hips. He couldn't see a bra strap. He was 
instantly hard, incredibly hard. He stood, admiring her 
beautiful back, her rounded hips and shapely legs.

Finally he slipped quietly forward to a position behind 
her listening to her as she chatted away to Jane. The 
soft curve between her cheeks was a shadow under the 
gown and panties. He was still in his pajama bottoms. 
His cock had grown to achingly large proportions and he 
was fairly gasping for breath thinking about what he 
was going to do. His heart pounding in his ears... his 
throat catching, terrified, yet unable to stop.

He slipped up and positioned himself directly behind 
his mom and only inches away. Forgetting all 
consequences, he reached down and pulled his cock free 
of his pajamas. Chris pushed himself downward and 
thrust forward. His maddeningly hard cock easily 
slipped between her legs pushing her filmy gown upward 
and he suddenly found himself pressed tightly between 
her thighs and resting against the thin material of her 
panties.

"Ohhh, God Chris," Jill shrieked, "Ohhh, no... NO."

Chris had leaned against Jill and his head was close 
enough to hear Jane on the phone.

"What's wrong, Jill? What's going on?" Jane asked.

"Ahh...ahh ohhh... Chris just spilled some hot stuff 
all over the place. I have to go. I'll call you later 
Jane, Bye," Jill cried out as she dropped the phone.

Chris pushed his hands around her waist until they met 
under her breasts. He could feel the weight of them 
resting on his wrists. His cock got harder. He leaned 
forward a little more, trapping her against the 
counter... burying himself even deeper between her 
thighs.

Jill squirmed, trying to get free of her son's grasp, 
but only succeeded in creating a sensual motion between 
them. She could feel his hardness pressing against her, 
feel it throbbing, pressing upwards....

"Chris, no, no, honey, don't do this. You shouldn't 
have your, your.... against me like that. I'm your 
mother. Stop it... GODDAMMIT STOP IT CHRIS!"

Chris lowered himself slightly and then pushed inward 
and upward against her, lifting her higher against the 
counter, her toes just grazing the floor now.

"But mom, you said I had better be careful and watch 
what I'm doing. And so I am. Remember?"

"Uhhhh," Jill grunted as Chris drove harder between her 
thighs, rubbing across the slippery material of her 
panties.

She felt her herself clench tightly... shivers of 
warmth... her knees weakening... 

"Chris honey, please... you shouldn't want your own 
mother like this. Come on, please Chris, let me go, let 
me down." She continued to struggle, but at even at 
fifteen he was a lot bigger and stronger than she.

The struggling only increased the friction between 
their bodies. As he again thrust between her thighs she 
tried pulling up, leaning over the counter to scramble 
away but only succeeded in allowing her thighs to open 
further as she tried to move.

She had forgotten the position of his hands. As she 
leaned forward his hands slid higher and suddenly he 
had both hands on her breasts. They were equally 
surprised. Her nipples pressed into his palms and the 
thin material offering no protection for her, she may 
as well have been naked. Chris quickly took advantage 
of the accidental gift. He began kneading her breasts, 
his thumbs tormenting her nipples. Jill squirmed harder 
than before. 

"Chris, quit. Let go of my... oh God stop it Chris, 
quit feeling me like that."

Jill was gasping, her heart pounding... she could feel 
his hardness burning between her thighs. As she 
struggled trying to push up and away from the counter 
the movements of his cock and her struggles had pushed 
her panties to the side over the soft swells. She could 
feel his bare hardness against her; feel him sliding 
back and forth across her bare moist swells as he held 
her... pressing upwards. Her nipples stiffened from the 
touch of his fingertips. His hardness slipped between 
the tender swells now slippery with the onset of her 
body's betrayal.

Jill shrieked with desperation as she realized he was 
actually going to slip inside her any second. She 
shrieked again as she realized she was becoming wet for 
him. She started to spin one way then reversed her 
direction. The ploy worked and she was able to spin 
around. But Jill realized her mistake when she found 
herself face to face with her son and his rigid 
hardness pressed again against her pussy. Chris too was 
caught unaware. 

It took him a moment to realize his good fortune. He 
dipped slightly and thrust hard against her. Quickly 
pushing and looking down Jill gasped as she actually 
seen for the first time her son's cock.

As she looked up she stared... her face inches from 
his... they both paused... Jill had stopped struggling 
as the shock of the closeness registered. The feel of 
the large warm hardness nestled against her pussy. 
Before she could fully understand the forbidden action, 
instincts betrayed her... responding as a woman. Her 
eyes closed and she felt her hips lift and her pelvis 
press downward against the hardness. For longer than 
either of them would have believed, they paused, each 
feeling their sexuality pressed tightly against the 
other.

While her body was saying yes, yes, Jill's mind was 
screaming no, no. Finally she forced Chris back. The 
shock of pausing face to face had caused him to relax 
his hold around her. Jill slipped away and moved to the 
middle of the room. 

"Chris, Chris, my God, what are you doing, what are we 
doing?" she wailed. "You have to stop this right now. 
You act like you're trying to screw me. God dammit you 
can't do this baby."

Chris had never heard his mother swear or cry before in 
anger.

"But I do want to uhh... do it... with you... I love 
you, you're the only one I have ever been able to talk 
to or be myself around. I'm sorry."

He hung his head dejectedly. She stepped forward to hug 
him in his misery but quickly stepped back as she felt 
his still hard cock press against her thigh.

"Listen Chris, I love you too. I'm your mother, we're 
supposed to love each other but not like a girlfriend-
boyfriend or a husband-wife love. As far as me 
responding, women's bodies sometimes react to sexual 
contacts that they don't really want. I'll admit it, I 
felt flattered, felt good when you were against me. 
After all you are very manly, strong and sexually well 
endowed, any girl would have wanted to respond the 
same. But the reality is I didn't want you to continue. 
It was... started out... a game, just playing. I'm so 
sorry it got out of control or you thought the wrong 
thing. As for you wanting to...screw me, well, honey, 
at your age boys want to screw anything with a pussy."

Jill laughed to try to take the sting out of the rebuke 
and to lessen the tension between them. 

"That's not true, mom, most of the girls in school 
don't even interest me. And they don't act interested 
in me either."

"Chris, that's not true. They are just being coy; they 
don't want you to know. My baby is big and strong and 
handsome."

Jill felt a flush slip over her cheeks as the unbidden 
thought of "really big" capered in her thoughts and she 
severely chastened herself for the use of "well 
endowed".    

"Chris, this thing has to stop. You can't go around 
trying to have sex with your mother. Now why don't you 
go to your room and cool off a little then come down 
and I'll fix you a nice breakfast."

Chris went to his room and stretched out on the bed, 
replaying in his mind the scene in the kitchen. True, 
when he thought about it she claimed she didn't want to 
do it, but he was sure that was her head talking not 
her body. He had to get her thinking with her body. He 
knew she had felt him, wanted it... remembered her 
remark about well endowed. He smiled as he began to 
think of what he could do. He would not give up.

As Chris left the kitchen, Jill sank into a chair at 
the table. Her nipples were hard; pushing her thin gown 
into little tents over her rounded breasts. Her thighs 
were clenching, the swells of her pussy swollen with 
desire. It had been so close she shuddered... if he had 
gotten inside her... "Oh My God", Jill thought, "I 
would never have been able to stop him. Had he forced 
me just a little longer, he would have been inside me, 
taken me. He would have raped me, Chris would have 
fucked me."

Her will was still stronger than his. What should she 
do? She knew she couldn't just stop everything like 
nothing had ever happened. Did she dare allow a little 
sexual play to occur between herself and her son? She 
wouldn't let him do anything to her of course, but 
would a little playing really hurt anyone? Could she 
control him if she set the rules ahead of time? She 
loved him dearly and would love to give him pleasure. 
She knew she was rationalizing, making it seem less a 
violation, yet wanting desperately to keep him under 
control even if it meant playing his game with him. She 
would play her own little game. She would set the rules 
and pick the time to keep him from getting so 
aggressive.

Chris left the house early in the evening to go to a 
show with some friends but in his usual fashion told 
his mother he would be home by midnight. Jill sighed in 
relief that he would be out of the house and she could 
relax and be in bed before he returned.

At ten Jill took a steaming bath. She poured in a cap 
of bath oil beads, some bubbles and slipped under the 
hot water. She sighed, pushing away all the crazy 
things that had been happening. Her hands caressed her 
thighs, toying with the soft sensitive skin as her 
fingers slipped higher. Humming softly as searching 
fingers slipped between the warm swells, moving higher 
to gently circle her clit. A glow of inner warmth 
spread through her as her fingertips teased and toyed. 
Her lips parted slightly as her fingers slipped lower, 
sliding inside her then back up to gently circle her 
clit. Her legs closed tightening her thighs against her 
hand as Jill slipped her fingers back inside her. Her 
hips slowly twisted as she dreamed a sensual encounter.

Jill's eyes opened. She shook her head pulling herself 
from the tub wondering what was getting into her. She 
toweled off, pulled on panties, a t-shirt and took a 
couple PM headache capsules. She went to her bedroom 
knowing tonight she would sleep. Jill lay there, her 
mind drifting back to the warm pleasure in the bath. 
Her fingers once again drifted to touch her sensitive 
lips, across her hips, her hand pushing inside her 
panties searching. Her fingertips slipped deeply inside 
her still moist pussy, aching to sate the growing fire 
inside. Her eyes filling with lust, need, she glanced 
at her dresser thinking to get her vibe, then rolling 
to her side she slipped out of her panties and pulled 
her pillow between her knees.

Jill's arms hugged it to her breast as her hips twisted 
and rocked against her pillow. Her clit rubbed against 
the soft warm material as she fantasized of being 
taken, seized and ravished, willingly submitting 
herself to the pleasure forced upon her. She squeezed 
harder, a whimper escaping as her hips searched for 
that moment of release. Jill pressed her clit harder 
against the material, so close... closer... there... 
there... as she came warmth flowed over her hips. Knees 
clasped tightly to her pillow, sighing, slipping off to 
sleep... yet, the subtle ache of something... missing, 
she hugged her pillow.
  
Chris slipped in and took a shower. He pulled his 
pajama bottoms on and padded quietly into his room. 
Surprisingly he didn't hear any noise in the house. He 
thought his mom would still be up. He had thought a lot 
at the movie and realized he had been a jerk and felt 
really bad about it, it was just that when she was 
there and he was achingly hard, he couldn't help 
himself. He didn't want her to be mad at him and 
thought maybe that was the reason for the silence.
  
Chris slipped off his bed, thinking she might be in her 
room reading. He walked down the hall and pushed her 
door open. He stood there agape. The soft dim light 
from the hall caressed her skin, casting her bed in a 
faint glow. She lay there on her side, her back to him, 
her t-shirt on, knees pulled up. His eyes fixated on 
the gentle curve of her bare hip tapering down 
seemingly forever. The shadowed crevice between her 
cheeks disappeared in darkness between her thighs. He 
didn't know how long he had stood there holding his 
breath. His heart was pounding in his chest.

Chris stepped into the room slightly closing the door 
behind him, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the 
dimness. He silently stepped over to his mom's sleeping 
figure hugging her pillow. He watched quietly, never 
realizing just how beautiful she looked to him. His 
hand reached out trembling. His eyes watched her for 
the slightest movement, his ears listening for the 
slightest change in her breathing. Fingertips touching 
the curve of her hip he paused, then gently caressed.

The softness of her skin, Chris caressed her cheeks his 
blood pounding in his ears. Fingertips inexorably 
searched, closer as he closed his eyes trying to calm 
his nerves. He slipped his hand over the curve of her 
rounded cheeks, his fingertips touching soft curls. 
Chris couldn't believe he was actually touching her. 
Pausing, moving ever so slowly he pressed them deeper 
moving them forward over the soft swells. Her thighs 
were warm against the sides of his hand. Pausing again 
to watch for her stirring he slipped his fingers 
between the warm folds. Ever so slowly moving them back 
and forth, holding his breath he watched her.

Chris slowly softly continued to caress the warm swells 
of her pussy and so slowly, he felt a moistness dampen 
his fingertips, the folds of her pussy clinging to his 
fingers… and now, the moistness easing his way, 
becoming slippery. 

He slowly, carefully slipped them deeper inside her. 
Chris froze. He watched his mom hug her pillow tighter, 
then press her face deeper into the warm soft material. 
Then ever so slowly he resumed his quest.

Gripping his nerves he pressed his fingers deeper and 
felt them slide inside her. Her warmth, wetness, the 
feeling was incredible. Pausing Chris slowly pulled 
back. He was trembling wondering what he would do if 
she awoke, yet, he slipped his fingers back inside her 
deeper as the soft curls pressed against his palm. So 
very slowly, smoothly, slowly repeating the rhythm his 
fingers could feel her becoming wetter; he felt her 
squeeze on them. Her hips pressed slightly backwards. 

Chris felt dizzy with excitement.

He knew what he wanted to do, had to do. He stepped 
back catching his breath, slowing his wildly pounding 
heart. Returning to her side, hesitating to see if she 
still slept, he reached down and caressed her skin. 
Sliding his hand down over the rounded curve, he spread 
his fingers holding the soft warm skin of her thighs 
apart. Pushing deeper he watched as the pouting lips 
opened wider, clinging to his fingers, enclosing them. 
As he pressed deeper opening her much further, testing 
her he stopped as he heard him Mom lightly gasp. 
Watching her, Chris almost groaned in relief as he 
realized she was still asleep. She was dreaming. Her 
hips pressed back and feeling her move he pushed 
deeper.

Chris watched as his mom hugged her pillow tighter, 
clinging to it. Her hips slowly moving to a distant 
pleasure, a distant love as she dreamed. He heard her 
breathing quicken, holding quietly still as she turned 
to her back, her legs splayed. He knew she would awaken 
soon if not already. She was hugging her pillow tightly 
to her breasts, soft moans breathing over her lips. 
Chris pushed the elastic over his erect cock and let 
his pajama bottoms slip to the floor.

Reaching up he gently took his Mom's hand and pulled it 
to the side of the bed, pressing his dick into her 
palm. He paused, waited for what seemed an eternity as 
her fingers closed around his hardness. Her hand slowly 
moved as his hand slowly caressed the swells of her 
pussy to the lift of her hips. He watched in 
pleasurable agony as Jill moved her hand over his cock, 
slipping to the tip, then downward pulling the skin 
tight... suddenly stopping... so still. His heart 
stopping as his mom pulled the pillow away.

Jill moaned, "Oh GOD, Chris,  NOOOOO.... oh God 
nooooooo what are you doing," she wailed.

She tried to sit up and turn over but Chris held her 
down, his fingers searching and circling her clit, 
teasing, torturing. Jill tried to sit up just to 
collapse back on the sheets. Her breath came in ragged 
gasps, sobbing, then moaning.

Chris could feel her hips lifting and her thighs 
tightening. he knew she wanted it. Knew that she 
wouldn't stop if he held her, that she couldn't stop. 
He glanced back to see her arms hugging her pillow 
tightly. Chris bent down and ran the tip of his tongue 
over her clit, smiling as he heard her gasp of 
pleasure. Chris felt her hand on his thigh moving. 
Looking down as her fingers closed over his cock, the 
tip glistening from wetness. Then, her hand, moving... 
faster. He bent back down to pull her clit between his 
lips as her hips thrust against the fingers now pushing 
quickly inside her.

He knew he couldn't hold off much longer. He tried to 
move, wanting inside her, to get over her but Jill held 
on to him tightly. Chris looked back at her. Jill was 
watching him. Her lips were parted with passion and 
desire.

Her hoarse whisper, "No baby, this way... only this 
way..." as her hand slid faster pulling on him tighter.

Chris turned and leaning down pulled her clit between 
his lips again. His tongue traced little circles around 
the stiffening warmth as Jill's hips lifted, her moans 
louder. He could feel her stomach muscles tighten, 
heard her whisper becoming a moan.

"Oh God... oh God... there... oh there... it's 
cumming... now... oh now... Ohhhhhhhhhh Goooddddddd 
nowwwwwwwwww... Cccummmmmmiinnnnnggggg..."

He felt her shudder as her thighs clenched tightly. Her 
knees pulled up pushing him away. Jill laid there, her 
breasts heaving, out of breath. She turned back over 
looking at Chris still standing there.
         
"Come here baby, you still need to cum don't you?"

Jill began a slow movement of her hand up and down. 
Pausing at the top to tickle and caress the sensitive 
ridge around the head. Chris groaned; his eyes locked 
on to the exotic sight. Then she squeezed him tightly 
and slid down the shaft. Back and forth cupping him 
with her free hand and her hand now slippery she began 
rapid strokes up and down. She stared, disbelieving, 
thinking to herself, "My God... I didn't realize... how 
big, my Chris."

Chris thrust his hips forward as the speed of Jill's 
hands increased. She stared at the purple head 
disappearing and emerging from the top of her hand. She 
heard Chris's moan, felt it grow in her hand and knew. 
Jill quickly leaned forward touching the tip with her 
warm lips as his warm cum spurt against them, slipping 
down her cheek to her arm and against her breast. Then, 
it was over.

Jill sat there at the edge of the bed. They had crossed 
the line, she blamed herself, and she should have seen 
it coming, stopped it. "But my God I needed that so 
bad", she thought. 

She looked up at Chris, smiled, and patted him on the 
thigh, "Go to bed honey, this was once in a lifetime, 
not again... OK? No more."

As he left and she walked to the bathroom tasting him 
on her lips, wondering, how she would stop him. She had 
held him off, kept him from getting inside her. Yet, 
would she be able to the next time he tried? Did she 
want to...

Later she smiled to herself as she heard her son being 
sick in the bathroom. He had just found out that the 
real thing was a lot more shattering than the fantasy. 
It was one thing to dream of having a sexual liaison 
with your mother; it was a lot different when it really 
happened. She wondered how he would feel if she let him 
have her. Jill closed her eyes. Tomorrow, another day. 
She knew he would try again when he recovered, and she 
would fight it, wondering who she was fighting, and if 
she would win.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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